NARRATOR: Touch-And-Go...
ENNESBY: Stop poking things. I'm trying to keep up with telemetry from Elf's platoon.
THURL: Quit whining. Here, does this do anything?
ENNESBY: No. Wait... actually, yes. I see the virtual equivalent of a big, locked door.
And it's really big.
If I can get this open, I bet our troubles are over.