<strong>Lance Corporal Benjamin Mathias - 3rd Squad - Completely fucking tweaked.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The playful back and forth between him and Danko had been left behind the second they came upon the mist-shrouded corridor.  Mathias had muttered something about environmental filters possibly being damaged, though he wasn't any tech expert.  The others didn't seem to have any problems breathing, so he jokingly added that maybe the survivors were setting up rock concert and their fog machine was on the fritz.<br/><br/>That's when they all noticed the change in the decor.  Mathias had run his hand over the bizarre, knobby material, but he was at a total loss as to what the hell it was.  Definitely<em>not</em>regulation molding for a damn civilian colony.  In places it seemed to have been fused right into the surrounding metal of the walls, while in others it had simply consumed the surface utterly.  There wasn't any symmetry to it either.  Just spontaneous slopes and ridges and tubes, like the work of some demented abstract sculptor with too much modeling clay on his hands.<br/><br/>"Feckin' mother of Joseph, the<em>hell</em>is that gnarly sonova bitch?"  The Lance Corporal bent over the fallen hostile cautiously, jabbing at the disgusting thing that looked to be making love with the man's face.  "Frisky little bugger or somethin'," he said nervously, poorly attempting to mask his complete and utter confusion.<br/><br/>Thankfully there wasn't much time to ponder the damn thing, because scarcely had they arrived at the interaction when a chorus of hideous screaming echoed from both ends and their motion sensors went off like they were having panic attacks.<br/><br/>"Well shite, looks like we've got some company!" he cried, planting his feet in a solid stance and aiming his flamer down the left branch.