"Uh...couldn't hurt? No idea if it'll help either." Pidge suspects that the speed is going to matter just a bit less than the aim and, oh man, it's great that Dipper has such a high opinion of her but she's not really as much of a physicist as she she is a computer programmer. The Omnicom is going to have to fill in the gaps.

Her fingers fly over the Omnicom. "How straight can you see right now, because you are going to have to throw it at least 200 miles an hour and your aim has to be perfect." She tries to tilt the screen away from him. She didn't realize that there was an automatic probably calculator on the device and the number is...demoralizing.

"And if that's not enough pressure for you, we only have a few minutes left before catastrophic meltdown!"