Ennesby: The V.D.A. shows these gravitic anomalies condensing around us and the Tunguska.
Ennesby: They haven't focused on us yet, but we're going to have to plow through them to escape.
Ennesby: I can't shield or compensate, it's going to be like a near miss with a gravy-gun.
Tagon: HELMETS! NOW!
Breya: And what good are helmets against a gravity weapon?
Tagon: They're going to keep your vomit out of my face.
Schlock: What about my face?