Off-handed, "So? Quilt the sandstone."

Exasperated, "With what? We have nothing so-"

Eye-roll. "Are you the sniper or are you the sniper? Just lay down the fire and the rest'll take care of itself."

Hard stare. "Easy to say, coming from you, Demolitions. You just toss the grenade and hope the bad guys have the decency to fall down."

Mock-hurt. "Oh, your words wound me." Smack upside the helmet. "Just lay down the cover fire, will you? We don't have all day."

Eye-roll. "Sure. Whatever. This doesn't work, I'm blaming you."

New voice, "Can it, you two. Just do your jobs so we can get the hell out of here."

Unison, "You got it, Sarge."

Demolitions, "Hear that? Even the Sarge agrees with me."

Exasperated sigh. "He isn't agreeing with you. He's telling you to shut up."

Stare. "No, he's-"

Hard tone, "I'm telling you both to shut up!"

Silence.

Sniper, "...Right. What am I doing again?"

Sigh. "Quilting the sandstone."

Nod. "Right. ...With what?"

Facepalm.