Damien seemed to be minding his own business "And the rest of us?" He asked Schal. Despite having no knowledge of this world or it's hostility, Damien really wanted to be doing something useful. The old man left the room to assumedly go somewhere else. Damien took one last glance out a window to make sure he didn't miss anything. He started placing his ammo in storage pouches and compartments that seemed to be littered across his waist and loaded a huge drum into his M80 and a magazine into his assault rifle. Even though his ears weren't the best he could've sworn he heard a rumble-like noise. Perhaps another visitor had arrived to the planet's surface but quickly dismissed the thought.