"<em>Suuka!</em>" He cursed, in Russian, a habit of his he picked up from his mother.  That was his response to the sudden screams over the radio, which he quickly moved to temporarily silence, for the sake of sanity. "Fucking wild dogs." He muttered to himself, before regaining his calm.<br/><br/>He looked around to each team member, then around them.  "If we can get up to a higher vantage point, we might be able to shoot the mutts. Going out there is just going to get us killed..." His eyes focus in on Arthur, and he hoped, seriously hoped, the man was not planning to open the door.<br/><br/>"Hey, comrade," He starts off, something he occasionally called his other team members, light-heartedly. "Think before you open that door, eh? If they get in here, their will be a lot more deaths. We already lost the pilot, we'll lose Joseph if we can't improvise a means to stabilize him... and we need to figure out how to get in touch with HQ, so they know what's going on." By this point, the calm he is known for has returned. Aleksey was good at being like the eye of a storm.<br/><br/>He thought their might be other things to worry about and do, too, but for now, that's what was on his mind.  He was also wary of these man-eating dogs. When was the last time he heard of anything in the canine family ripping a person to shreds? Something felt off, but he couldn't quite place it yet.<br/><br/>Oh, right. After a while, he would put his radio back on, hoping to god their was nothing too disturbing on it. He did not feel like listening to dogs eating a person.