Dr. Piérre continued to castigate the base commander for his incompetence.
"You asinine, maladroit worthless waste of carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus, sulfur, and other trace elements! Why does it take you military people so long to..."
"Ma'am, I'm afraid that we are..."
"Don't you call me 'ma'am', I'm a doctor!"
In the midst of her ranting, the Trattorian reinforcements finally arrive.
Pilot: "Dr. Piérre, I would like to inform you that this is the only helicopter on base. Please be advised that in the event of its loss, we will be unable to assist you."
Ignoring the communication, Dr. Piérre attempts some field medikal work.
"Ugh, I hate having to work in such an unrefined, unsterile environment with no facilitative technology. Nothing ever works out here!".