"-but you don't have enough guys to spare, and they keep on comin' back."

He splashes some more water on his face, wiping his hands on his cammies before putting his headgear and gloves back on. No need to buckle the helmet, not just yet.

"Well. There's four less to worry about now." He stands aside, flipping the carbine's fire selector to safe and letting it hang at the end of its sling as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Live here long?" he asks, leaning against the house's exterior.