" Here, catch!" He pushes the Deadboy towards Locke, and grins. " Hey, Juicer. Lemme soften the wall up a bit before you use that monstrosity- We don't want any nasty ricochet shots taking off someone's head." He races towards the side of the bunker just about opposite of the door, slamming his fist into the wall repeatedly with the Vibro-claws, raking them across the material quickly, working on breaking it down. " There might be some nasties hanging around outside- Madam, if you would hang to one wall, cover me? Mysterious guy who will be getting some serious questions, watch the door with the Juicer? And you, Medieval girl, let us know if you spot any structural weakening where there shouldn't be. Cracks, that is.