"I'm fine, Vorro." Max said. "I'd be more worried for the Flood, at this point. Haven't got any more organic tissue to infect, except us, and we're not going down without a helluva fight."
He observed the flood forms. Ripped apart, and Vorro had used his bare god damn [i]hands[/i]. Perhaps he underestimated Sangheili strength. He hoped to god he never got infected. If the Flood got their hands on the Sangheili it's strength would mean the death of him.
He saw the Spartan run down the staircase. Julian. Now [i]that[/i] was a guy he had trouble trusting. Bred from a young age to be the ultimate anti-covie and anti-insurrectionist. His insurrection days were behind him, but he didn't like to think about what the group dynamic would be like if the Spartan knew.
"We're fine here, Julian. How's upstairs? Quiet, or no? Didn't hear any shots."