T'Mir: Our landing vector is too steep. The ship burns through the atmosphere like a shooting star and crashes into a hill.
TUCKER: Hang on. T'Mir was your great-grandmother? I'd be the last person to question your math, but aren't you missing a few generations? Sputnik was two hundred years ago.
TUCKER: Right. Just how old are you? (He gets a glare and turns to Archer.) TUCKER: It's got to be in her record.
T'POL: Their subspace transceiver was damaged in the crash. They had no way of knowing if their distress signal had even been transmitted.
[Pennsylvania] T'POL [OC]: They'd used up their emergency rations within a week. After five days without food their situation was growing desperate.