Para Ventura: Commander, if it makes you feel better, I'll take Lota to the dock and supervise.
Para Ventura: That way you can start on the surveillance gear without me underfoot.
Kevyn: Underfoot? Really? That's uncharacteristically self-deprecatory of you.
Kevyn: I can only conclude that you would like nothing more than to take your new toy robot out for a spin without a commanding officer looking over your shoulder.
Para Ventura: Oh, come on. What's the wo-
Kevyn: You have not worked here long enough to be allowed to finish that sentence.