As the light flipped on Valery naturally jerks his head down causing the welding hood to fall over his face. The light was bright, but no brighter than an arc welder four inches from his face. His heart jumped for a second but then he realized: bandits don't bother with security checks. 

When the light shuts off Valery raises the visor back up and throws the dshk over his shoulder. Finally they would be able to relax for a minute. As Valery walked into the station he takes off his respirator revealing the face of a young man with unkempt hair and peculiar tan lines around where his respirator was. His face is blackened with oil and dirt. It gives a glimpse into the harsh conditions of the red army's machine shops. He furiously scratches at a spot on his face. "It feels good to get out of that thing. I've had it on for six hours now." He says as he looks around. The station was warm, not hot like armory, but a lot warmer than the outside. He took a deep breath. It was strange not smelling oil and gasses in the air. This was the first time in months that he had smelled air outside of armory and it was refreshing. "Well pals looks like we made it. I'll need to find out about the rail car situation. I think that we should all go get a drink in the mean time! Anyone that survives the surface deserves a drink!" Valery said cheerfully, but deep down he was nervous about returning to red line with only news of failure.