Rather than aid in the scavenging, Leo hung around the focal point of the battle, helping shoot down the suicidal rush. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, mister soldier", the F91 visibly shrugged while dodging the ever-lessening hail of gunfire from the Geara Dogas, only adjusting its position to block a pair of shots with its beam shield before returning fire with its VSBRs, the beams finding their mark and exploding the antiquated units to smithereens. The F91 might be smaller, but its weaponry was so advanced when compared to the Geara Dogas it really wasn't a fair contest. "I'm just saying, you might want to put an end to these people here before they come back to bite you and your crew in the ass".