Boutros nods, "Oooooooooooh." he says, pulling an AK magazine out of his ammunition dump pouch and pulling the bolt back, chambering a round. He lets it dangle by the sling, removing his pistol from its holster, and taking a pistol magazine from the same pouch he got the AK mag, sliding it into the magwel and pulling the slide back. He slips it back into his holster, and nods, checking on his chute and making sure his backpack is secured to his back tightly. He tightens the straps on his helmet. He smiles, his teeth slightly yellowed and rotten, nodding and giving a thumbs up to Voloshyn.