Raze gave Rita a deadpan look. "You can add?" she asked, obviously avoiding the question. "Well, I'm impressed." She nodded her head over towards the alien banging on their ship. "Doesn't help us with our little problem over there though, does it."
She started forward, then stopped as she noticed the amount of melee weapons the alien seemed to be carrying. She looked askance at Rita. "So, tell me, math whiz, what's the ratio of his weapons to our weapons? And what's the probablility that he's friendly?"
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)