Dr. Kleiner: Oh, Eli, I’m sorry, but surely there’s no need for undue alarm. Alyx is well out of
harm’s way by now.
Alyx: Well, actually, we’re still at the Citadel.
Dr. Kleiner: What? Oh, dear, but there’s really no time! The core is exceedingly close to
collapse. Why, there’s no way to get far enough away without first, well – nothing short of a
direct intervention in the core could possibly retard the reaction!
Gordon: "Direct Intervention!?" NO WAY! If I wanted to commit suicide, I'd be in Fiji wearing nothing besides a loin cloth while I'm slow roasted by natives praying to Quetzlcoatl... Wait, that's an Aztec god. I guess my brain is still a little scrambled from being buried under rubble.