"Listen, I know what I'm about, here," replies the voice, issuing clearly from the little mobile device bolted onto the surface of the shipyard-bound space probe, "Why would you even assume that? I could just be someone stuck under something, you know."

Some people have no common sense. But you'll have to excuse her surliness, she's having a trying day.

"Up here. No. No, over— look, I'm the 600 pound space probe with the big dish, alright? See me? Come on."