"Yes, boss, sir!" Gor knocks his hand against his forehead in a salute that would knock a normal human unconcious and clambers ungracefully aboard the 'cutter. Once harnessed into his seat the Ogryn begins routine maintenance on his equipment. This maintenance includes shoving shells into his ripper gun, poking at bits of armor to make sure they don't fall off, and making sure he has a frag grenade attached to his person anywhere there's a place for one. It takes him the entire length of the trip to do this, a blessed release from his monotonous whistling, as such intense multitasking is far beyond his capabilities.