Gore shifted on his feet slightly.
"Well, I guess it's just my job - and Slap's just doing his, I think. It's no real use for a medic to go on the frontline,"
He jokily took a bravado pose and pointed at his gun.
"That's mine and his job," He exited his pose and slumped over again. "Listen, I think we better get to higher ground, this place don't feel right. Feels like we're bein' watched. Isn't this place full of cattle?"
He suddenly remembered he was in presence of a Mudokon, and as far as he knew they respected the food. She didn't look all to friendly when he thought about it.
"I - I mean, Scrabs and Paramites?"
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