CT comes dangerously close to making a quip about how 'rip[ping] that damn thing' might push it from motivating to distracting, before deciding to hold her tongue for now. Almost feels like ruining the energy, with her hand still in Ripley's.

Then they've got things to do. Set up their shelter for the night, maybe actually eat something from the leftover supplies up here. Wait the darkness out until morning, where dealing with getting down will become more pressing an issue. They've got time. Time to breathe.