*Major looms round and runs shoulder painfully as grabs a ale from the fridge*

Least this ain't been shot
*pokes out and look outside kitchen carefully trying to see if anyone about*

*shrugs at dead payday crew and pokes about with TV as a way to learn whatever culture he found himself in*

...

*Furia looks out her door hearing the chaos eventually*
What kind of war are you fighting... 
Many bang... Like lightning.