"Two didn't come back, and one... well, it wasn't pretty. Something punched through her roosterpit and fu-- messed her arm up real bad," she tells him. "Burned her all the way down to the bone," Cualli adds, cringing at the recollection.

: Damn it. Hope the other two are alright. Er, all three of them really, but mostly the two that are, you know...
Walter squints his eyes then resumes a normal expression
"How did your end of the sortie go? ours didn't end too well with everything that happened."

: It was exhilarating! Almost as many targets as the last time we came here, but it was mostly drones, so they died even faster!

: Hey, did you keep count how many you got?

: Drones? Not really, I think it was something like three or four?

:
I got six. Even picked up
three of 'em with one shot since they were so packed in!
Virvel enthusiastically punches Pansar on the shoulder.

: No stuff! Nice one, big guy.

: Uh, did you guys forget that there was still a destroyer up and about when we left? We forgeted up.

: Hey-
we were just supposed to get stuck in and make a lot of noise.
Virvel points at you, while still looking at Frisk.

:
They're the ones who were supposed to blow them up.
"Understood, sir. If you can spare me, I'd like to tag along."

: I'll leave that decision to your commander.
Your conversation is interrupted by Captain Harkonen making an announcement over crew intercom.

: Alright boys, hope you're strapped in. I'm bringing her down.