"Maybe we did." He trails off, sighting another corpse head and squeezing the trigger. "But, what's that human saying? Looking gift animals in the mouth?"

Maybe they shouldn't be looking at this gift animal too closely. Just accept it for now. Maybe some other squad had come up the rear to thin out the ranks from behind. It could happen. They're not the only ones out here, after all. That's hopefully all it is. But he's going to stay on his guard, just in case it isn't. Just in case they're being deceived somehow.

Another corpse falls. He runs a quick mental tally - "Depends. You want to plan ahead for drinks? Or be surprised and spontaneous?"

Either way, it's fine with him. He's pretty sure he's ahead. And if he had any idea of the reference, he'd say he's ahead forty-three to forty-two.