[ Not anticipating any response, given Rinzler only talks through text and that now is far from the optimal time to bother typing any reply to dry and halfway conversational comments, Wash remains unsurprised when one isn't offered. He's just used to offering some commentary during shootouts. Also, it feels like it's been forever since he's been able to have a conversation with someone he doesn't mind, and maybe part of him has missed that, okay.
What does surprise him, though, is Rinzler dumping some extra magazines at his feet. Huh. He wouldn't have thought the program would have taken extra ammo into consideration. There's a nod of both acknowledgement and thanks before Rinzler moves off, and Wash shoves the mags into the pockets of his pants. Once again, he finds himself silently thanking the universe that he hasn't been one of those poor slaves kept around for their sex appeal. This would be more of a challenge in some of the outfits, or lack thereof, that he's seen some of them wearing.
Extra ammunition or not, they won't be able to hold this place. Well, they might be able to, but there's no point. Better to get the hell out while they have the opportunity. When Wash sees the jerks of the programs helmeted head, he nods again. Just a sign that he's seen and acknowledged. One problem with fighting alongside a mute ally: it makes strategizing in the moment more of a challenge. But they've made it work any time they've fought together thus far.
The ex-Freelancer starts trailing after Rinzler, though not without raising up from behind cover here and there to return fire. Sure, he could probably get by without shooting anyone, but at least shooting them not only lessens the number of people firing their way, it also makes him feel better. After far too many days of being trapped in this godforsaken place, being captured and literally sold, being beaten and forced into fights to the death for the entertainment of others, you could say he's got a pretty hefty grudge against anyone who spends their time in the outpost. So yeah, he's going to kill as many of them as he can on his way out. ]
I'm assuming you have somewhere we can fall back to?
[ The question comes as he reaches Rinzler's position, his gaze still on the ever-approaching guards behind them. While awaiting the program's response, Wash will just drop a few of them, only taking pause to reload. ]
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What does surprise him, though, is Rinzler dumping some extra magazines at his feet. Huh. He wouldn't have thought the program would have taken extra ammo into consideration. There's a nod of both acknowledgement and thanks before Rinzler moves off, and Wash shoves the mags into the pockets of his pants. Once again, he finds himself silently thanking the universe that he hasn't been one of those poor slaves kept around for their sex appeal. This would be more of a challenge in some of the outfits, or lack thereof, that he's seen some of them wearing.
Extra ammunition or not, they won't be able to hold this place. Well, they might be able to, but there's no point. Better to get the hell out while they have the opportunity. When Wash sees the jerks of the programs helmeted head, he nods again. Just a sign that he's seen and acknowledged. One problem with fighting alongside a mute ally: it makes strategizing in the moment more of a challenge. But they've made it work any time they've fought together thus far.
The ex-Freelancer starts trailing after Rinzler, though not without raising up from behind cover here and there to return fire. Sure, he could probably get by without shooting anyone, but at least shooting them not only lessens the number of people firing their way, it also makes him feel better. After far too many days of being trapped in this godforsaken place, being captured and literally sold, being beaten and forced into fights to the death for the entertainment of others, you could say he's got a pretty hefty grudge against anyone who spends their time in the outpost. So yeah, he's going to kill as many of them as he can on his way out. ]
I'm assuming you have somewhere we can fall back to?
[ The question comes as he reaches Rinzler's position, his gaze still on the ever-approaching guards behind them. While awaiting the program's response, Wash will just drop a few of them, only taking pause to reload. ]