BRISTLECONE: I look forward to serving with you, Kaff Tagon.
TAGON: Outstanding. How's the cargo coming?
BRISTLECONE: Aboard. Commanders Andreyasn and Foxworthy have secured the elevator, and are stowing essentials now.
TAGON: Has your mess been restocked? We have twenty-five mouths to feed.
BRISTLECONE: Topped off, sir. But your count is low.
TAGON: How low?
TAGON: Wait... better question. On whose authority is it low?
GEN. TAGON: That didn't take long.