TAGON: Okay, fine. Doc, Tailor, Schlock, you haul bodies into quarantine.
Ennesby, you and I have overwatch.
TAGON: Pi, start rigging the quarantine rooms with... I don't know, something that goes off hot.
If there's more weaponized nanotech in there, I want it dead, not spread around.
PI: I'm going to need my big goody-bag, sir.
TAGON: I'll have it delivered. But don't do your "crazy" face. It makes everybody nervous.