Krixus could feel something under his hand, something firm yet squishy. He drew his fingers across it in a curious attempt to figure something else, and then the voice spoke. He quickly moved his hand over to her shoulder, clearly it was a woman and what he was holding onto…well it was a woman so that was obvious… He kept his eyes downcast a small blush coming to his cheeks, thankfully his helmet blocked anyone from seeing it. “Sorry about that” he whispers trying quickly to change the subject to something else. “It is a pleasure to meet you Sandy, now let’s get out of here.” He looked down at his footing as Sandy helped his arm up over her shoulder.<br/><br/>As she wrapped her arm around his waist he stiffened al little, the closeness was a little bit more than he bargained for but a hand up was a hand up he could not complain who it came from. Her own stiffening however did not come from embarrassment and his shotgun leveled at the doorway on instinct, even being in his left hand the scatter gun still put out enough fire to hit anything and everything in front of him and in this little tin can…well that was pretty much everyone. Lucky for them though he was an experienced marine and kept his finger off the trigger and the safety on.  He let the LT handle this one, the bug popping like a balloon full of meat and the instructions about keeping it quiet bringing a small frown to his face.<br/><br/>“One second Sandy, I need my arm back” He pulled his arm from around her shoulder and grabbed his knife and pulled It from its sheath. The large combat blade was quickly applied to the front of the modified shotgun, sliding snugly into the proper slots which were then screwed tight to hold it in place. “Watch the pointy bits” he mumbled to himself, letting the shotgun fall to the side before drawing his arm up over Sandy’s shoulder once again, holding tight to make sure he did not trip and break something, or in a worse case scenario trip and stab someone.<br/><br/>“Watch your footing, with a bird on its side like this there are a lot of little places for you to get your leg caught, twist an ankle or shatter it if you’re not lucky.” His eyes drew themselves down to the floor, taking a few tentative steps onto the bodies to avoid falling into the crevasse of the empty harnesses. “Don’t be squeamish about stepping on the bodies, they are dead, and with those animals out there their deaths will buy us time to move.”  If he had his way he would have made sure each man was given a proper burial, but as it stood the dead were dead and if the living wished to survive they needed to use every advantage they could be given.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>