Monty: I do, however, feel the need to reiterate you’re about to drive the last 10 barrels of hydrazine known to man — cargo which Raven needs every last drop of — through hostile territory, packed with warring clans, over uneven roads where one serious bump could cause an explosion that would not only kill all of you, but would wipe out mankind's only remaining chance for survival.
Roan: What could possibly go wrong?