The desk sergeant clicks his tongue.

"That will do, Henricks. I'm sure a Soldier is capable of proper discipline."

'Hendricks' grumbles something about his opinion on Soldiers. Then shoves Yuri forward. It's only the years of training that keep him from falling on his face. Stumbling against Morrison instead.

He doesn't have enough air to yell. It's all such a black jumble of pain and fury nothing more comes out.