[ Dean's standing by the Kiosk, Salty sitting at his feet and biting his tail like all good dogs do. Running a hand over his chin... ]
Aw, to hell with this.
[ stepping up to the Kiosk, Dean examines it, running his hand over the terminal looking for the button to activate the feed. Finding it, he'll start talking. ]
Yo, Acumen. What's up? Got a request for you since, well, you've got a great shooting range, but there's nothing to shoot with. What about helping a guy out here, huh?