[ while the alligator staggers from the onslaught, cima dashes to its side, sticks her laser pistol under its jaw, and fires. the shot pierces straight through its skull, and it slumps to the ground, dead. ]

Take that as an object lesson, brat. [ cima begins recharging her laser pistol, not even sparing akechi a glance. ] We can control the crowds of tentcle-faces and walking weeds with the weaponry we have available, but you're the only heavy artillery we have. We need you on those alligators. And your "efficiency" is eating into your ammo reserves; even I can see that.

Now shut up, get to high ground, and use your damn head instead of firing blindly. I mark targets, you fire, and I finish them while you recover. Clear?