TAGON: Elf, the Uuplechan fleet is going to pin us down unless your crew squeezes some more acceleration out of that thing.
ELF: Drivetide compensation is maxed out. The next thing to get squeezed will be people.
TAGON: Okay. I'll race ahead. If you can't slip away from the hostiles, we'll—
ELF: *interrupting* Print copies of us once everyone else is safe. I know.
TAGON: No, we'll tune our TOEhold cage to yours, and you can abandon ship.
ELF: Well, yeah. That works too.