He heard another fall from the ceiling, her voice having been in a panic before…at least he assumed it was a she but there were more pressing matters. The call of the EMP pushed the lizard into calm action, reaching up and giving a small switch on his helmet a flick, the blue glow of his HUD turning red as a warning then shutting down with a small whirr. Now he was in black, nothing to help with his terrible low light vision now only made worse by the inclusion of the beam of red light lacing in from the door. The sparking systems made even the hardened marine jump, his footing uneasy with the bodies and the harnesses without his eyes to guide him. Someone in the darkness said they were fine as the short lizard crashed into them his armored body slipping against their own. His foot slipped into one of the harnesses, bringing a growl to his throat as he looked over at the marine he had crashed into, trying to make out features in the low light.<br/><br/>“Sorry” he mumbles out, gritting his teeth, his sharp fangs showing through his helmet visor “can’t see too well in these conditions, my footing is not too good either.” He kept his voice low so only the one he crashed into could hear keeping his eyes slightly down cast, and trying to remembering what his dad had taught him about dealing with his shortcomings with vision. He took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves before her stumbled further and made a larger fool out of himself. His hand moved up and lightly gripped what he assumed was the marines arm. “Names Krixis, mind lending me a hand out of here when the LT says we can go?” At this point mussing around with lengthy introductions and formalities was far removed from even the normally regulation heavy reptillian’s mind. As much as he hated to say it, in these conditions he needed help, and Sandra had just been the closest to provide it.<br/><br/>He ground his teeth together for a moment, tugging his foot from an empty harness to stand on it, his footing still a little bit shaky as he used his tail to try and balance himself. “Reptillian low light vision, I swear it will be the death of me, if not by a drone in a dark alley then by me tripping and breaking my neck.” A weak chuckle was given to try and make light of the situation as he held on to Sandra, hoping the marine would provide the assistance. He loosened his grip a little once his footing was a little more solid, his stomach churning slightly when he realized it was a dead marine’s chest that he had taken to standing on. “So what is your name solider, I don’t think I was able to meet anyone save the LT, might as well get to know my new squad.” The offer was a sincere one, he needed to get to know these people if he was going to be protecting them and vice-versa, learn how they functioned, learn how they fought.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>