The first signs of the hab blocks entrance were invisible to her, she was occupied watching the doors the team had just entered. She saw the strange mist, smoke... whatever it was upon entering, but the partial darkness in front of her was more and less intriguing. The sounds of the dead colony were captivating as well, sometimes you heard something and others you didn't, sometimes noises weren't there, your mind was just associating other things with a noise. The dull blip of the motion tracker, footsteps and the rustling of weapon against body armor, breathing and even her own heartbeat. She could hear alot but hear nothing, nothing she cared about. All Jennifer needed right now was something to give this place life, something like a laugh, a creek, footsteps other then Kilo's, hushed whispers... anything to prove that this wasn't just another time when the Marines showed up after the horrors had been done.<br/><br/>Jennifer was certain, as she entered the hab block and really noticed the mist. It was more like a fog, but that wasn't really possible indoors. And it was a uniform, dull chill, actually considered warm considering she was still dripping wet. Her attention left the formation rear and she let go of her motion tracker, there were others with trackers around and hers was still on. She slowly moved into the rooms center and scanned it with her rifle up, the strewn mess scattered about really proved to her that the rebellion idea was completely done. People don't run away with this kind of panic from their own free will, something else had happened here, this much was obvious.<br/><br/>The misty smoke in the hab block, fog, steam, whatever it was... was also on her mind. As Jennifer pushed an empty suitcase open with her foot, she could barely see the floor even directly beneath her. Even littered with discarded personal items from fleeing colonists, pieces of debris from broken items and scattered paper, even some childrens toys. The hab block was gloomy, even more so compared to the little of the facility that had been seen, but an overall sense of despair was heavy in this room particular; the barricade, the ground littered with personal items, childrens toys. Something had scared these colonists bad enough to flee this quickly.<br/><br/>With the stairs in sight, Jennifer looked over at the Lieutenant waiting for his orders. She grabbed her motion tracker and swept it around towards the stairs, still holding her rifle but it was aimed harmlessly towards the ground.