Krieg makes a feral, delighted sound and claps one beefy hand to Liquid's for the briefest moment before letting go, and waving his axe over his head in acknowledgement.

"Keep it flowing!"

Jeezus, sighs the stupid little mind-voice, and Krieg brings his free hand up sharply to thump it against the side of his gourd.

"QUIET!" he bellows roughly, to apparently no one in particular.