[Mio looks taken aback a moment, and then uncertain, clearly struggling with what he said and what she knows has to be (should be?) done]

Well-- No, when you put it like that... [Dammit, don't give her feelings over moderately sentient hairballs!! She looks aggravated and stamps her foot a little]

But we can't keep them! They'll clog up the engine rooms and we'll-- fall out of space and die! [She has no idea if that's how it works but it sounds like something that would happen.] Or we'll suffocate because there'll be too many!