TAGON: Lock the remaining wings. My people will sweep for war-nannies. Hopefully this is contained.
GUS: And then what? We hide here while everybody in Medical dies?
TAGON: No. You hide here while I go to Medical and take care of business.
ENNESBY: Well said, sir.
TAGON: Let's go, Ennesby. This invasion isn't repelling itself.
ENNESBY: Ah. Of course I'm coming. You don't even need to ask.