Damien Moreau

"Then do it an' do it fast," Eliot snaps, in between responding to the check ins, noting the one man who's failed to respond, and giving orders on how the remaining security should deploy themselves based on the apparent origin of the shots. He does let go of Damien's arm when he tries to jerk it away... and puts his hand on the back of his shoulder instead, prepared to propel him along if he doesn't move fast enough.

"An' I'll go run down the asshole's dumb enough t'be tryin' this shit as soon as you're safely tucked away behind six inches of steel."