Nikolai: "Thanks, but I already ate."
He puts the mini-terminal into one of his really deep pockets.
Scrape, scrape...
Nikolai: "Sounds like we got one of them behind a wall. It smells us, yet it's too stupid to use a door."
Everyone laughs again. He twirls some sort of combination between a Plasma Bolter and a Smith and Wesson revolver. Damn thing looks heavy, his wielding it looks almost impossible. Yet he holds it with ease.
Damn, he's strong.