[She grins, then obligingly stands back a few steps, assured with her vast experience with shaken soda that the distance will be far enough.]

Fire away, Sir! [She gives him a gallant salute, grinning again.] Fire in the hole! Commencing launch sequence! In 5...4...3...2...ONE!

[Food overload has officially kicked in, and the tired energy of three in the morning combine to make Alainn...a bit loopy. And love military movie catch-phrases.]