Nothing seems to have noticed, or at least reacted to you. There are cries, understandable cries of victory, as the insect beasts retreat noisily upwards.<br/><br/>"How many of the firebombs we got left?"<br/><br/>"Anyone injured and we don't know about it?"<br/><br/><br/>"Hey, boss, I think we can salvage some shit over here!"<br/><br/>"Miz Liara sez the field's up again."<br/><br/>"Can we finally get outta here?"<br/><br/><br/>All said in Riverspeak, but with strange accents.