"Damn it," Angel sighs, leaning over enough to rest his arm on Shiro's shoulder, shaking his head. "Like kickin' a puppy. A really, really buff puppy who has a gym membership or somethin'. Drinks those shitty protei
n shakes. Poor lil guy."

Then he pats Shiro on the back, straightening back up and squaring both sets of shoulders. "Nuh-uh, already doin' it, made my mind up. Keep up, Sheers, we're gonna hunt down your crew or whatever."

And then he's got one arm linked with Shiro's and is yanking him towards the elevator. Descend into Hell with him, spaceman!