After hearing his commander's statement before she went off to investigate whatever was bugging a portion of the crew at the main door, Cayne set his sights back to [i]Pathfinder[/i] while it was still scanning the vicinity. "Hey Pathfinder, you're not malfunctioning or damaged beyond repair are you?" asked an honest sounding Cayne.

The aerial drone spun around to face its master and clicked several times in reply.

"...Touche." Cayned hissed, feeling defeated and outwitted by his own drone's comment. "Okay wise guy packet it up, we're moving."

[i]Pathfinder[/i] chirped in compliance and zoomed down towards Cayne where it hopped onto his pack and interlocked its body with his pack before the clamps sealed the drone in place. Complete once more, Cayne hurried over to his squad that has since formed at the opened door way. As he arrived, the scout quickly took notice of the disgusted faces peering down the hallway; he soon found out why everyone was expressing such ill contempt just has he looked upon the scene himself. 

"Oh shit."

Plastered across the floor and the lower walls were bodies, rotting corpses hardly recognizable now given their unfortunate state. Aged blood and ichor was senselessly smeared around each body thanks to the ever present decomposition. Cayne had to admit that putting his respirator on before all this insanity ensued was arguably the best decision he ever made; God knows how many years of bodily decay has stunk this aisle up. For the moment, he actually felt bad for anyone unfortunate enough to have even taken the slightest whiff of this putrid stench of oozing death littered crudely before them.      

"So...Who's going first?" asked Cayne in honesty, though he probably knew what the response and who the point-man would be.