Helmuth turned to the Feral Guardsman, he nodded softly at him. At least it was always good to have a strong-arm on board, who knows what might be encountered. Then as the doorway opened up the older sell-steel stared into the long corridor leading towards the other green lit door. The way it was so clean and still not corroded made Helmuth's finger edge around the grip of his pistol as he walked forward. "Only one way..", he whispered softly.