"All right, on my way," Owen yelled back (probably too loudly for the comm), dragging a specially lined body bag with one hand, he struggled with the door at the back of the armoury. "Shit!" Kicking angrily at the door, it suddenly swung open. "Finally!"
"Don't be stupid, Jack, Weevils don't eat concrete- probably one of the few things they haven't developed a bloody taste for."
"Bleeding-hell!" Owen stopped, stunned at the sight of the rapidly disintegrating Weevil. Grabbing a glass storage jar from his bag, he moved forward. "Okay, keep your distance," he said, throwing it's contents over everything around the Weevil, then over its body.