[Grif is late to the party because his reaction was to look at his comm, shut off his comm, and bury his head under his pillow long enough to pull himself back together. His hair's a mess, but he's calm.]

Alright, I've prepared an official summary of the situation based on my research:

WE'RE. FUCKING. BONED.

[Panic is uncool. Defeatist wisecracks are much cooler.]