TAGON: *over comm* Elf! We need to detach those cylinders from the hull. If we let the enemy do it we'll end up with more holes.
GEN. TAGON: Go. I'll take care of your boyfriend.
GEN. TAGON: Trevor, grab his feet. We're taking him to the Med Bay for surgery.
TREVOR: You know how to do surgery?
GEN. TAGON: I know where to do surgery. I'll figure out the how once I'm standing in the right place.