NARRATOR: En route to Credomar...
PI: Commander, may I run some explosives training for the platoon?
KEVYN: We're aboard a commercial vessel, Lieutenant. Do you really think that's a good idea?
PI: Well, Wick's the only one who's got any practical experience. The rest of the platoon might as well be green.
KEVYN: You only heard half of what I said, Pi. Let me be clearer this time.
We are aboard a commercial vessel, and the civilian passengers will almost certainly panic upon overhearing your discussions about explosives.
PI: Discussions? That's not training. That's just talk. The platoon needs some hands-on.
KEVYN: All our... sufficiently energetic gear is locked and stowed. This means I can say "No" without wondering how crazy you have to be to not understand me when I tell you that this is a bad idea.
PI: I don't need our gear, sir. The cafe is stocked up just fine.
(unknown, other side of ship): Hey! Who made off with all the powdered cream?