I bounded (связанный, направляться) over the gray, dusty terrain toward the huge dome (купол) of Conrad Bubble. Its airlock, ringed with red lights, stood distressingly (огорчительно, удручающе) far away.
It's hard to run with a hundred kilograms of gear on - even in lunar gravity. But you'd be amazed how fast you can hustle (понуждать, суетиться) when your life is on the line.
Bob ran beside me. His voice came over the radio: "Let me connect my tanks to your suit!"
"That'll just get you killed too."
"The leak's huge," he huffed (оскорбляться, раздражать). "I can see the gas escaping your tanks."
"Tanks for the pep (бодрость) talk."
"I'm the EVA master here," Bob said. "Stop right now and let me cross-connect!"
"Negative." I kept running. "There was a pop right before the leak alarm. Metal fatigue (усталость). Got to be the valve (клапан, вентиль) assembly. If you cross-connect you'll puncture (прокол, пробой) your line on a jagged (зубчатый) edge."
"I'm willing to take that risk!"
"I'm not willing to let you," I said. "Trust me on this, Bob, I know metal."
I switched to long, even hops (подпрыгивать). It felt like slow motion, but it was the best way to move with all that weight. My helmet's heads-up display said rhe airlock was fifty-two meters away.