"Agreed. But I don't think I can make one here---"

They're too packed against the wall. Help is needed fast, and he knows it. Wait---out of the corner of his visor's vision span, he sees a convenient pile of barrels labeled 'flammable' next to what was once the ambulance loading zone.

"Shoot those," he suggests with a point, using the other hand to push back while he mounts a kick attack.