Studgrim spun, training his shoota on the servitor to his rear. "Wot do ya tink your doin'!" he barked in anger, in fact, in reaction to the theft of his stick bomb. It hadn't been the Ork that had silenced the bolter, but the corrupted imperial serf.
"The rubble will not hold him long, if he survived. Worse, though, if he is dead, his marines will come looking for him in force," of course none of this made much of an impression with the de facto leader since he did not understand imperial technology, much less protogens. "We haven't much time! You must listen to me! I know the way. Come with me if you want to live."