Tyler came out of the gunshop, a handful of bullets in one hand, fresh pressed and ready. In the other a magazine, into which he's sliding those rounds. He looks up into the sky, squinting his eyes against the sun's light. He nods, "Nothing like a nice recreation jump, wish I had known they were going up. Haven't done a good high altitude jump in years." He slid the last round in, then tossed the magazine up into the air, catching it again. Returning to the gunshop briefly to put the magazine down beside the others he's finished loading. He comes back out and over to the BBQ, "Oh boy what have we here. Self serve on the reserve then?" He grabs a plate and a bun, and spears a patty, and proceeds to make up a nice big towering burger. Cheese, tomatos, lettuce all that good stuff from the toppings nearby. A generous dollop of mustard and he's plopping down in another of the chairs.

He gives Merlin a salute with the burger playfully. Then sets to it. After a few bits he slides a bullet out from his pant pocket, and tosses it Merlin's way. Calling out to him as it lands nearby, "The calibre of your SCAR right? I'm making enough rounds to fill two magazines for everyone. Or there abouts anyway. If anyone wants to try them out on our next op." He takes a bite of his burger looking Merlin's way to see how he takes to the idea.