The Soldier from Mars

A large jolt awakens you from your cryogenic slumber. As you look around, you see bright orange lights flashing, warning you of a potential hazard.
"Computer, give me a damage report" You shout, even as the loud sirens try to drown out your speech.
"Glad to see that you're awake, Sylvia" The computer responds, "While you were in cryo-sleep, the ship ran into an asteroid field. Severe damage has been taken to the bridge and life support systems."
"Life support? Jesus, how much air do I have left?" You ask, shivering a bit. You think back to your time in the academy, and what your former drill would say if he were here. Knowing him, he'd probably kick your ass for not having an oxyacetylene torch and a Rapid Deployment Atmosphere Suit handy. Damnit, why had you been so careless?
"We have approximately 10 minutes of Oxygen left," the AI responds coldly. "I have just enough auxiliary power to repair one facility. Which would you prefer?"
You think for a moment. If you choose to repair the life support systems, you might just live long enough to find help. If you were to fix the bridge, however, you think you could find a planet to land on and make repairs. Having come up with an answer, you confidently reply: