Whatever she just muttered sounded like a grievous insult, but it was in another language so he can't be that offended. Though he's almost certain that it wasn't directed at him as much as the commissary officer who had handed him his laser barrel this morning.
He winces as a piece of the wall they're lying behind goes flying as a result of a well placed blast. "Thirty-five?" he repeats, his voice slightly higher than it probably should be. He licks his lips and nods. "Well, that's not terrible."
He takes in a deep breath and scans for a new place to run for a better vantage point behind them. They need to get to higher ground if they can. Higher ground with cover, but before he can suggest it, she's offering up another plan. Who is this woman?
He stares at the blaster for a moment before looking back at her. "Are you sure? Maybe I should make a run for him." It's clear by the way she's handled herself so far that she's got some kind of military or police training. He has enough confidence in her ability to shoot to be willing to chance it. And he might not have his speed, but if there's anything he knows how to do by now, it's make a run for it.
He's not amused by her joke at the end. He doesn't want anyone to die in this scenario, but especially someone he just met. "Right, no pressure."
He sets down his gun down and crouches. "I can get him," he says looking over at her with determination. "I'm fast and I like nice guns." He's actually not a fan, but he knows how to use them when he needs to. More importantly, he knows what kind of damage they can do in close proximity. He doesn't feel comfortable asking someone else to take that risk. "Cover me."
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He winces as a piece of the wall they're lying behind goes flying as a result of a well placed blast. "Thirty-five?" he repeats, his voice slightly higher than it probably should be. He licks his lips and nods. "Well, that's not terrible."
He takes in a deep breath and scans for a new place to run for a better vantage point behind them. They need to get to higher ground if they can. Higher ground with cover, but before he can suggest it, she's offering up another plan. Who is this woman?
He stares at the blaster for a moment before looking back at her. "Are you sure? Maybe I should make a run for him." It's clear by the way she's handled herself so far that she's got some kind of military or police training. He has enough confidence in her ability to shoot to be willing to chance it. And he might not have his speed, but if there's anything he knows how to do by now, it's make a run for it.
He's not amused by her joke at the end. He doesn't want anyone to die in this scenario, but especially someone he just met. "Right, no pressure."
He sets down his gun down and crouches. "I can get him," he says looking over at her with determination. "I'm fast and I like nice guns." He's actually not a fan, but he knows how to use them when he needs to. More importantly, he knows what kind of damage they can do in close proximity. He doesn't feel comfortable asking someone else to take that risk. "Cover me."