[ a bunch of them all coming together at once isn't anything short of strange to him. his priority is varric but the sight of the young girl makes him uncertain (why is she still hanging around?), and there's a moment before an absolutely black look crosses his face at the sight of gerald.

yeah, this is the dude you cut in front of. ]

Takin' my lines, too? [ that directed at Gerald, the monstrosity of a shotgun still held aloft. he isn't even sure how it works, just like the thing on his arm.

the girl's gushing on about- what- thermal clips?- catches his attention, and he ends up staring at her for a minute. yes, of course, he thinks, that makes sense. how else is he going to reload this beast? he frowns at her, at the gun, only to find there's yet another with them.

vakarian. solus. his eyes shoot back to varric. ]

I only recognize one of 'em, sir, and not because of the gun. [ he looks back to the other three ] Look, whatever's goin' on here, I don't rightly care just this moment. Should we be standin' here like this while we got goddamn- [ at a loss, he struggles to find a word and continues ] -thresher maw wannabes tear up the city?

[ speaking of, the ground is starting to rumble a little. ]