"Well, arse," Pixie's english accent and laid-back delivery might have made the line funny at any other time, but not now. Her eyes darted everywhere, looking for signs of a target in the flickering light as she jogged to the closed gates.<br/><br/>She turned, making sure everyone was still present, her rifle kept pointing skywards - in this place, it would be all too easy to startle and shoot the wrong target by mistake.<br/><br/>"You're right, boss, no point in getting lost in the dark, and lights will make us a target. Time to camp, rest up, get out of here when there's daylight." She looked at Nikolai, pointedly, and continued. "That's true if we're heading in or out."<br/><br/>The screeching of metal as the words appeared made her spin, lowering her rifle to point at the door. Making sure the others were clear, she snapped off a shot at where the scratching monster would have to be. As her bullet passed clean through empty air, she shrugged. "Well, it was worth a shot. It<em>might</em>have been invisible..."<br/><br/>The words themselves she ignored. No point in paying attention to an enemies psychewar effort.