[Meaning Rhys (now standing fully upright rather than crouched for cover) responds with a proud little thumbs up in lieu of any verbal communication. Granted there's a good reason for it when your own personal hero deals in digits and letters on the regular, but he's rolling with it. Forging common ground.
Fanboying just a lot. Minor stuff.
And aside from the shouts off in the distance, the low, metallic whir of appropriated turrets overhead, it's quiet again. Or-- he thinks it's quiet, anyway. Right up until that mechanical humming amps up the volume enough to seem wrong in more than just the subtle sense: one quick glance up preceding the heavy silhouette of a scrounged gunship working to lock onto Zer0's location.
He's not thinking when he swaps targets to lay down a line of fire along the rear lefthand side of it, thinking less when a retaliatory missile knocks out the turret just over head and leaves him scrambling back towards the gate for cover. Inside is safer; there's just no guarantee that inside is where Zer0 will want to be, and Rhys isn't about to abandon him now.]
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Fanboying just a lot. Minor stuff.
And aside from the shouts off in the distance, the low, metallic whir of appropriated turrets overhead, it's quiet again. Or-- he thinks it's quiet, anyway. Right up until that mechanical humming amps up the volume enough to seem wrong in more than just the subtle sense: one quick glance up preceding the heavy silhouette of a scrounged gunship working to lock onto Zer0's location.
He's not thinking when he swaps targets to lay down a line of fire along the rear lefthand side of it, thinking less when a retaliatory missile knocks out the turret just over head and leaves him scrambling back towards the gate for cover. Inside is safer; there's just no guarantee that inside is where Zer0 will want to be, and Rhys isn't about to abandon him now.]