ELF: *shouting* CLEAR THE BRIDGE!
ELF: We've had a small accident, and none of you want to watch Neeka perform field surgery.
NEEKA: Wait!
The prisoners will please all raise all of their hands?
ELF: Can you do without? They're in restraints for a reason.
NEEKA: I probably have his left and right sorted out, but this is something we should double-check before I spend two liters of synthetic gristle.