"Well, uh, either someone hit the SCRAM button ooooor something overloaded and exploded. Probably in the reactor."

Among the scientists scrambling to check connections and examine dials, the lead bounds up to them nervously.

"Uh, sorry! Very sorry! The readings we're getting are, uh, inconclusive," he dabs his brow with his sleeve, "There's something, uh, large in the reactor area but the computer, uh, can't tell what it is. It's jamming our camera signals. We need someone to go down and, uh, determine what it is..."

Pidge turns to Dipper and nods. That's their cue.