Tap someone on the shoulder... Yeah good advice. Bulma's interaction with a now pale and rather frightened looking ensign had started out cordially enough. Unfortunately, she hadn't liked what he'd had to tell her, and now, she's pounding one fist on the table between them, and shaking the other angrily.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'we're in space', I CAN SEE THAT!" She shrieks, halting her rage flailing to point out the huge windows. "I SAID I WANT TO KNOW WHY, AND WHAT YOU PEOPLE ARE GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?!" She has a family to get back to, after all, not that she's pulled that card yet.