As they cleared the area Otto kept up and kept an alert watch in all directions. When the female voice perked up along the main wreckage he moved stiff-legged into her focus then stopped. The man looked like he already needed medical attention but just felt like he needed a damned drink and some leave. After a week of getting shot by some enemy or another then burnt all over the pain just kind of leveled off. It was getting hard to feel much at all.
His voice would sound relieved it it wasn't so sawed off, "Cpl. Otto, Imperial Guard. I've been shot and burned enough this week if it's all the same to you, ma'am. We have orders not to engage if you'd please put down your weapon and identify yourself."
Otto figured she could use a sign of good faith and the weapon got real heavy held up with one working hand. The shotgun held in front of him he just dropped it in place. With a short screech of moving metal the heavy auto shotgun changed to a
snake-like form with the clip sticking vertically out of the back of its head. The gun backed circled once around him then raised its pincered barrel-head up to be close at hand. Otto's stump hand held at his side he waited while it dripped red onto the earth.