HeadOfSecurity: ...drained all the account. Whole damn thing. For pollinators?
ResearchDirector: I thought that cargo might offer little opportunity. And I told you as much.
HeadOfSecurity: Shut up.
HeadOfSecurity: Figure out something you can sell out of science to restock. We need those guns.
ResearchDirector: Sell? Our materials are not a savings account.
HeadOfSecurity: Go teleport there and find something.
ResearchDirector: What we need is an escape shuttle, HeadOfSecurity.
ResearchDirector: You've yet to inform our dear Captain of your failure. I suspect he agrees with my own conclusions about our immediate need to evacuate.
HeadOfSecurity: I'm not backing down from terrorists. Get me guns or shut the hell up.
ResearchDirector: Guns with which you will arm which SecOfficers, precisely?
ResearchDirector: You heard ChiefMedicalOfficer on the radio. He and his MedicalDoctors are certainly having no wonderful time with the sabotage, and I would rather like it if our neighbors in blue did not spread such chaos to my Scientists.
HeadOfSecurity: At this point, a bunch'a ham-and-eggers armed to the teeth is something I can deputize and whip into shape. I'm gonna kill all of 'em, one way or another.

RedGiant: Looks like they're busy ordering things from cargo. You can circle back to order gift wrap once you have the present! Would be rude to barge in.