Mordred now found himself growing a dislike for his 'companion', Robert. He was being used as a bullet catcher at the moment, and while that was something he had done on plenty of occasions before, Robert had hardly even asked him to do it.
"Well, my name is Mordred for starters. How's your day been?" He said looking pointedly at the chainsaw marks in the man's power armor. Mordred had already assumed the man was a sword for hire, judging by the his body language and careful positioning.

Quietly, he wondered if all people with sniper rifles hired bullet catchers. Probably for target practice if nothing else.