[Well, on the one hand, he doesn't much care for the tone Ferran's taking with him. On the other hand, bullets are a precious resource and he can't be fully mad at someone who is giving him ammunition. However exactly he's doing so. He'll have to ask what the fuck that was later. For now, he has work to do. That probably helps him brush it off, too. He doesn't like being idle. So he just huffs lightly as he takes up the ammo.]
I don't need you to tell me that.
[Meanwhile there's this.... teenager. Why are there so many teenagers here? Ogata really doesn't understand it. Look, this one isn't even focused on the mission. What could POSSIBLY be important enough that he has to talk to someone else while they're in literally hell? Once he's done, Ogata fixes him and his crossbow with a vaguely judgemental stare.]
What's your effective range with that thing? [He's guessing not much, but at least the bolts will do a fair amount of damage if he hits anything.]
no subject
I don't need you to tell me that.
[Meanwhile there's this.... teenager. Why are there so many teenagers here? Ogata really doesn't understand it. Look, this one isn't even focused on the mission. What could POSSIBLY be important enough that he has to talk to someone else while they're in literally hell? Once he's done, Ogata fixes him and his crossbow with a vaguely judgemental stare.]
What's your effective range with that thing?
[He's guessing not much, but at least the bolts will do a fair amount of damage if he hits anything.]