The striker just solemnly watched as she collapsed and got back up, now acting as if she were a completely different person. He shot a glance at Nora, who should have told him about things like this. She shied back a little and shrugged. Even through his helmet, he knew she could sense his berating look. He was broken from his moment of of annoyance by the way she addressed him. He couldn't help but crack a small smile. 

He looked back ahead and leveled his rifle. Nora followed, an Eyasluna in one hand, and her knife in the other. They began down the hallway on the hunt for Fallen.[@Lunar]