Theo: Shep, what is it?
Narrator: The newly commissioned lieutenant has a choice.
Shep: Two nons wi' guns, human between 'em in a chair. I've got the chair.
Narrator: His grunts are about to engage in a little B&E, likely followed by a bunch of A&B.
Narrator: He can't see what Shep can, and cannot therefore make an independantly informed decision. He can only trust or distrust.
Shep: Rev?
Theo: You lead, Shep. I'll go left.
Shep: Helmet, sir.
Narrator: "Leadership through following the right grunt"... It's one more hallmark of a lieutenant who won't get shot by his own men.