[ He nods to himself, brandishing his gun instead. Smaller targets call for a little bit more precision. ] Black bits. Eyes. That's - that's helpful. Thank you. That's enough.

[ He'll fight immediately with that information, though Roland will take time to relay it to everyone else, Terran fighters included. He breathes heavily, gunshots ringing in the background, before he replies just a little too ominously - ]

But what about when the sun goes down? [ Roland starts running again. ] I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Thanks again, and wish us luck.