Speak for yourself. Isn't it always the girl who hangs on the longest?

[Jin shakes his head, squinting into the dark.]

All righty, then. Forty-six-- [he cranes his neck to look over Gwen's shoulder at the percentage, then frowns:] forty-five percent. That's plenty.

[He takes some tentative steps around the area: he's not much bothered by the claustrophobic area that surrounds them, but it is a pain in the ass.]

Watch yourself. There's a lot of broken pieces of old equipment lying around.