Rayne: Welcome to my council of war. Noel: We’re at Starbucks. On our lunch break. Rayne: With an invasion imminent, we need men-at-arms. Man-At-Arms: Yo. Rayne: Men, not man. Man-At-Arms: I can still help- Rayne: If we were attacking a skeleton in a dress, you’d be the first one I’d call. John: Tell Teela to call me back.