"You might have to get in line. I think Crowley wants to smite them all, and Misty. Wants to give them a stern talking to." The Soldier pauses, then adds, "I wouldn't mind shooting them, either."

It closes up the plates in its arm and climbs to its feet, rolling up the tools in their packet again and tucking that away into one of its many pockets. Then it wanders over to watch what she's doing.

(I could go for a hamburger right about now. With a malt shake.) "I know what a hamburger is. Actually. Or the chatty guy does. How do you make bread?" There's an actual questioning there, because cooking interests it.