"Spread the love a little bit, Perkins. You going to bitch me out too for wasting two full salvos of autocannon ammo on the little runty bastards, knowing I'd only be able to get ten of them if I hit with everything? You've already pointed out how expensive it is to keep Tanya up and out of the hangar, surely you want me saving my shells to spend on the targets I'm meant to be punching out."<br/><br/>Alroy hadn't expected to be scolded for using his sledgehammers to crack iron eggs, but he understood group dynamics. Graff needed to be hammered. He wasn't sure if Miyoko was going to turn out to be a liability or an asset, though he couldn't be certain if that was his decades of experience or his anti-Kuritan bias reaction talking loudest there. Maho's money was her own problem, though the lack of effect that punishment had borne previously didn't give hope she'd change any soon. But considering the pounding they'd just taken, keeping solidarity was key - he knew Perkins was just being Perkins, so if it felt like he was sandblasting everyone rather than picking on individuals, it'd do less damage to their internal cohesion. Besides, it was his job to take hits for his fellow warriors, even if he was a hundred tons lighter than normal.