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4 panels.

Panel 1:
Nikita's silhouette is envolved in darkness. The Augur coughs blood and puts a cigar in his mouth.

Nikita: Augur. Translate.

Panel 2:
Frank cleans the blood off his face while Maili pours him some coffee.

Frank Ahem... The Data is not in mint conditionl.

Panel 3:
Nikita: Do your best.

Panel 4:
Frank looks really tired, with some blood still on his face and dark circles under his eyes. He lights a cigarrete with his hands.

Frank: Alright, well, the machine? Technology, whatever... Our Árgon's describing, at far as I can understand the concept, as being one of "Your Old Allies". Emphasis on the YOUR. As of now, this is the best translation I can get you.