[ The attempt at levity aside, Chris' expression softens, even if just for a split-second. ] I'm glad you made it. [ And however one can manage to mean it in the handful of moments it's spoken, Chris does it, but not before stepping around the other man's body to fire at a kelpie that nearly breached the (already unimpressive shoreline). His assault rifle fires quickly, neatly, and the kelpie shudders with every bullet before dying with a screech. ]

You okay? [ With that done, Chris looks over his shoulder, catching the other man's gaze. ] You came from one of the skins, right?

[ The new reinforcements say something about watching the opposite side of the shore, and Chris nods at them with a "thanks". From one of the pouches on his tactical vest, however, he pulls out a handgun magazine, then holds it towards the man who'd come up beside him. ]

I don't want you to push it, but... I could use a good eye to help out here.