You made your way to the weight room-Colonel Miles Quaritch wanted to speak to you. He bench-pressing some pretty big weights, or what seemed to be big weights, looked pretty heavy at least. "This low gravity'll make you soft." Miles said as he lifted the bar up and lowered it. "You get soft," he lifted the bar up and set it back down on the rack, sitting up to look at you. He rested his hands on his knees, looking you dead in the eyes "Pandora will shit you out dead with zero warning."