Dorian answered by pointing at the large round protrusion at the bottom of his rifle, indicating the custom-mounted grenade-launcher; "Can never be sure nobody fiddles with it if I so much as turn my back to it, and with explosive ordnance like that, you HAVE to be sure." He snarked while noting that Lt Watters had a similar mount; but being a scattergun, friendly-fire wasn't of nearly as much concern for her, but all the same she treated those tools like they were her babies; very big deadly babies.
Being low-man on the totem-pole had the perk of not really needing to plan something more than a few clicks ahead of himself, then worry about contingency plans, and then have the nervous-breakdown of all of those plans going to hell in a handbasket within five minutes of a drop. He just had to make sure he was smarter and faster than a covvie grunt when his time came.
