NARRATOR: Gift Horse Research Pod One, twenty kilometers down in the tangle of Uli-Oa...
GASCA: You said they were durable.
ELF: They are. What did you do?
GASCA: Science.
ELF: My boyfriend uses that word to apologize when he's putting out a fire in the lab.
So you obviously did something.
GASCA: "Something?" Young lady, the egregious design flaws of these crypt spiders are your fault, not mine.
ELF: Wreckage and telemetry. Just give me those, and I'll go.
GASCA: The wreckage sank, and when we sent another pair of crypt spiders after them, they sank too.
ELF: Just telemetry then.
And don't throw any more of my toys into the water until I figure out why they can't swim.
DANITA: You riled her up on purpose. She could have punched your face out the back of a homicide investigation, and through three appellate courts.
GASCA: I reviewed her dossier. I simply wanted to see how the anger management was coming along.
DANITA: So, "science."
GASCA: It's a sterile word, yes, but some days it's all I have.