Nathan:<br/><em>Fuck.</em><br/><br/>He wanted a location. Sound would carry - carry too much. Give away his position, and he wasn't sure he could hold out long enough for the Marines to actually show is he started carrying on a damned conversation with whoever is in charge.<br/><br/>Best he could do was give them a clue for now, enough to go on - and enough for them to get the message that no, it was fucking dangerous as hell.<br/><br/>The aliens were usually pretty still, and he had been able to make enough noise to move around a bit without drawing attention. If he had had to be silent, instead of just quiet, he would have been dead. Giving his radio a single click, he begins pacing back and forth in his small barricaded room, hoping its enough to set off the Marine's motion sensors. In the back of his mind, he curses his luck - three more years, and a buddy of his working on a lab on Gateway said that a newer, higher fidelity version would probably be on front-line deployment.