"What are you saying, woman? Cut the talk! We don't have time for your yammering!"

He shouts this behind his shoulder, despite... having been quite wordy himself. They burst through a set of doors to enter a large atrium, filled with pallets and pallets of weaponry stacked on top of each other. Here he's a little more careful, less slapdash with his placement.

"A few have made it in already, so watch your six. Cause I sure as drokk won't be doing it for you."