[Earplugs would've been a good idea, but then again who knows what they might've missed hearing if they'd been using them, so unfortunately there's really no great option here.
Lance picks up on the cues well enough, and although he can't hear out of that ear again yet the dizziness is at least quickly subsiding, enough that he's able to regroup a little. He's got the shield back up by the time Ian fires again, and raises his own gun a moment later, satisfied at this point that any scientists have hopefully taken enough cover that he doesn't need to worry about taking his shots.
And so he does, picking off the rat climbing over the one Ian's taken out, then the one after that, then another in a rapid succession of very precisely aimed shots; he's keeping mental track of how many bullets he has, and isn't about to waste any that he doesn't need to.
Then, finally, it's quiet; surely that isn't all of them, but for a moment, they have a break. Lance is silent a few seconds, gaze still fixed down the passage until he's sure there's nothing coming after them--for now, anyway--and then looks back at Ian.]
Are you okay?
[He can sort of hear his own voice, which means he should sort of be able to hear Ian, so good enough.]
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Lance picks up on the cues well enough, and although he can't hear out of that ear again yet the dizziness is at least quickly subsiding, enough that he's able to regroup a little. He's got the shield back up by the time Ian fires again, and raises his own gun a moment later, satisfied at this point that any scientists have hopefully taken enough cover that he doesn't need to worry about taking his shots.
And so he does, picking off the rat climbing over the one Ian's taken out, then the one after that, then another in a rapid succession of very precisely aimed shots; he's keeping mental track of how many bullets he has, and isn't about to waste any that he doesn't need to.
Then, finally, it's quiet; surely that isn't all of them, but for a moment, they have a break. Lance is silent a few seconds, gaze still fixed down the passage until he's sure there's nothing coming after them--for now, anyway--and then looks back at Ian.]
Are you okay?
[He can sort of hear his own voice, which means he should sort of be able to hear Ian, so good enough.]