"Do it." He complies and exits the room at Saturday's urging, swapping his bolter to a two-handed grip and mag-clamps his chainsword to his backpack, covering as many angles as he can, eyes scanning for any new drones to come and face them. He is glad to have a competent battle-partner, even if she is quite a bit smaller than his hulking brethren, and he approves of her tactical acumen.