"Attention ... this is Isaac Clarke, everyday systems engineer, aboard what's left of the USG Ishimura. Can anyone out there hear me? This ship is plagued with horrific creatures that have practically ripped me apart. I need help!"
"Oh hey th-<BZZKT> Isaac, this is the U.S.S. Riccitiello. We can totally help you out. We've got some Astronaut armor here and a Steam Punk Force Gun that's <BZZKT>etty good. Really, it's great stuff."
"Oh thank God, that's perfect! Please send them over!"
"Sure! There's just the small matter of payment, and then we'll be off to the races."
"What, payment? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, but, hey, we accept both cash and Microsoft points! We've got a whole bunch of products that you can check out. You wanna make your gun look like a hot rod? Get some bitchin' flame decals on there? Cause we can totally do that."
"What? Why the hell would I -- no, you know what? I don't have time for this, my leg just got eaten by a plant monster."