Pilau: No one’s dead, Ilo.
Kila: I’m a surgeon! If you contract an alien disease and melt, there’s only so much I can do. I can’t fix your lack of self-preservation instinct, either. And making face won’t help you.
Pilau: You know, I can fire you whenever I want to. Just in case you forgot.
Kila: Ferris! You’re not hurt, are you?
Ferris: Oh, hello Kila. If that’s really your name. Which it isn’t.