[ Abel takes the bucket from him, holding the handle with both hands. Oran is way more suited to going after the crabs, nudging them with little concern about the pinching that Abel is not at all eager to experience again. ]

There's not much to say... [ But he keeps talking, shuffling his boots through the sand as he follows the crab hunt. ] We were about to make our final attack on an enemy base, and now I'm here. I was late to the battle to begin with, but now I've missed it for sure.