Paris: one small breach in the hull on deck 12, but other than that, we're fine.
*Petra went over to Kara and ran her tricorder over her*.
Petra: Nothing to worry about, Harry...just a fractured wrist and a cracked rib. I'll get her to sickbay once I get the weapons fired.
Paris: now.
*Petra fired the weapons and took Kara to the turbolift.*