Ripley: why did we have to meet somewhere so.. bleak?
???: These are my offices. If my residence is unsatisfactory for you, I can't meet anywhere else.
Ripley: fine, fine. What are you offering again?
???: Simply my services of eliminating some figures who may be... an annoyance to you.
Ripley: what, the metal dog? There are more threatening people I have to deal with than him.
???: that is one of the many IDs on our assimilation list. We may find use out of more.... specimens.
Ripley: so of I give you some of my technologies, you will eliminate some enemies of mine?
???: yes.
Ripley: ..that's a deal then. When will I be able to starship the goods-
???: no. I will send some of our own transporters to attend that. AXNA must never be seen, and your ships may draw attention.
Ripley: o... k... (whispering) this guy is weird.
???: what was that?
Ripley: nothing.
???: .....
Do not attempt to hide things from me. Everything is monitored. Everything is being watched and listened, at all times from all perspectives. That is our way of life in AXNA.
Ripley: i-ill leave now. The supplies will be on 9346C.
???: excellent. Farewell, ... comrade.