There aren't many flashpoint topics for Barrow, to the extent where one might wonder if anything ever makes him angry: the way his shoulders tense and he stops what he's doing, turning toward Lazar with a strange light in his eyes, suggests this might be one of them.

"They're fucking interred," he snaps, "show some respect."

Hearing himself, he turns back around with a grumpy shake of his head, perhaps ashamed of the outburst-- "we'll hear rock wraiths coming."