[center][h2][color=BF1010]Spartan Lucas Ryker[/color][/h2][/center]

Ryker doesn't notice the smell thanks to the filters in his helmet, but does hear Tar's comment Grikgar and sighs quietly, shaking his head. "That storm is still raging and we can't get to the target in time if we leave them here. Like it or not, we're going to be stuck in this cave one way or another." Pulling a flashlight out, he turns it on and shines it down into the darkness of the cave. "

Looking around, he tries to find a section of the cave that wasn't covered in the Tengmaa's tentacle-like vines, but he couldn't see anything, and he wasn't overly eager to venture any deeper than he had to. "That all said, I'm OK with facing winds over murder plant any day."

[center][h2][color=1A9D00]Infiltrator Comi'Masam[/color][/h2][/center]

The sudden scent of one of her favorite childhood dishes filling the cave almost immediately put the Infiltrator on edge and she rests her other hand on her plasma pistol in response to the plant's attempt to lure them in. "I have decided that I greatly dislike this plant. I will follow whatever our commander decides however."