The suited figure spots him, and jumps back at the same time he does, squeezing off a round that blasts a small, smoking hole in the ceiling. "S-sorry! Sorry!" a distinctly feminine voice, with an unusual accent, says from behind the mask. "You... there's people here? Oh, oh no... I'm so sorry, but... you have to help! It killed everyone else, and the ship's engines... something's wrong! I'm no engineer, but, there's something wrong, and they're giving off a strange whine, and it's getting really hot in there, and... and... BEHIND YOU!" she screams, as she aims her weapon down the hall, behind him, and begins squeezing off rounds, at a large, hulking, armored, black-skinned, insect-like creature, with massive claws, currently clinging to the ceiling, and moving towards them with disturbing speed. Something that would fit in, quite nicely, on his Death World.