The mercenary and his A.I. assistant stood there for a while, looking out towards the horizon and snowy mountain peaks, the sun reflecting off the crystal-clear lake at the base of the hill. Lance didn't have much need for his rifle right now as all was peaceful, so he clipped it to his armour's magnetic clamps located on his back. He stretched and reached to his helmet to disengage its locks, intending to slip it off and take a deep breath of air. Scanners had shown that the atmosphere was breathable. But before he could do that, Cutter spoke. 

"We're being watched."

Lance was on alert almost immediately, and his rifle was in his hands and he had shifted into a combat position in less than a second. "What?" He asked, training his gun on the treeline. Of course, he was probably being a little too paranoid, but he was currently stranded on an alien planet with no way of knowing what lived there. He had seen some native wildlife on the planets he had visited, and quite a few of them were mean motherfuckers. [i]Especially[/i] the Charybdis ocean creatures on Rapture. Those things were [i]terrifying.[/i]

"I'm not exactly sure." Cutter said, vanishing from his perch. "But from the looks of it, the bio-signatures are, well, [i]human.[/i]"

Lance did a double take as his rifle arm twitched. "What?"

"Signatures match up. Of course, I can't be that sure yet, but whatever it is, it's hiding in the trees over there." A blip appeared on Lance's HUD. Cautiously, he began to walk towards it. "Hey, anyone there?" He called out, his rifle up just in case.