Neil
There wasn't a sound from the other side of the door as Shinji opened fire, bullets tearing into the wolf on the other side like hail stones, the momentary lull in fire a mere prelude to the grenade that followed them. The explosion kicked up a storm of dust and debris from the demolished door, and smoke from the grenade itself. There was a moment of silence as the cloud spread outwards, the commotion drawing little comment from the other occupants.
Then a massive clawed arm sweept out, tearing the man's head off and vanishing back into the cloud. The cloud swiftly faded to reveal Neil, once more in human form, holding Shinji's severed head dramatically like an actor in an oft-quoted play.
"It's been alright so far, how's yours?" Neil said before turning to the other man, "If anything, this is softer than usual. So what's the occasion?"