[Is this time for a "I asked first!" themed quarrel? Nope. Which doesn't stop Gilbert from barking back at Nora, demanding explanation.]

I don't give a damn who asked who first! Look, I've got an injured soldier here, we have to hurry!

[He's no medic, but it's common sense that the sooner they'll get to safety, the better. The soldier with the spear cutting the air so furiously and making ruckus along the way gets on Gilbert's nerves but as long as the enemy can't reach them, he doesn't send another bullet right his way.]

But it wasn't me, I can't do something like that!

[If he was a better liar and thought faster, he could say that Noirian soldiers were at fault, but well.]