Now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will.

Destination dead. Afterwards, I ran the weapon readings, I realised what it did increase the chances of Kat landing a hit. "Kat, FIRE!", I yelled down the sensors, and shields, so that we could return to whatever we were all experienced with unstabilised ship movement, and all that would usually be fine, as the heat seared the loose wires, metal.