"Ew."<br/><br/>Magda swallowed, looking at the mutilated remains of the guardsmen. Six heads, torn from their bodies... ick. But there was more work to do, so she backed out of the alcove, and back towards the corridor. Very glad of the company of the others, as she advanced towards the next door in the corridor, shining her luminator ahead. Not about to leave an unexplored area behind them if she could help it; her gangfights in Corridor Seven had taught her that was death.<br/><br/>She managed a smile at her companions as they moved towards danger again, covering her nerves. Gangfights hadn't prepared her for monstrosities that could tear off a man's head!