[He may be frysquinting the bottles a little but it's ultimately not his problem, he figures. All he needs to do is keep the monsters off this guy, and whatever reason he wants to hoard them for hopefully won't need to come up at all.

En route, he shoots down a few Lancers, though shrieks in the distance warn of more creatures to come.]

Hoooow we doing over there? Just so we're on the same page, you're gonna need to warn me before you hit a 'can't keep running' point, or I'll have to carry you and I guarantee you'll hate it.