"Busy."  Lance lifted the hand with the bottle to tap knuckles.   "While you lazy snipers just lay around, us poor scouts run ourselves ragged."   He jerked his head in the direction that he'd been going and then started walking.   "I'm on the way to brief right now."   He took another drink of his water, leaving random conversation as rest for the moment.    All Spartans were brothers and sisters on a level that didn't require explanation.  At this moment, his mind was on the mission that they were about to undertake.