Tagon: Breya, you can't stay attached to my mercenary company forever.

Your men are enlisted soldiers and need to head back to Earth, where I can't take them. My troops are career types, with nothing calling them home.
Schlock: That reminds me, I really ought to swing past home and pick up a spare pair of eyes.
Schlock: This one got scuffed in the last dust-up.
Tagon: Put that back in your head, Sergeant.