Makharat has, up until this point, been staring listlessly out the window, when he wasn't dozing off.
Turning to Koh'Tara, he says, " I am glad that someone is ready for some more action. "
He stands up and moves towards the door, hand on the hilt of his shortsword. " These foul boxes could use some colour. I am thinking red, like the blood of our enemies. Are you coming? "