"I just didn't want your imagination jumpin' to scarier ideas while we're walking around on hostile terrain," answered Evan, his suited figure doing a one-shoulder roll. While he took a quick survey of his weapons - holsters strapped, guns at hand, he turned to survey the area.

It only looked dead. Space scavengers were a wily bunch, accustomed to hiding when there was little to hide behind. Even subconsciously, the sound of Evan's steady breathing seemed to lower and quiet, as if trying to draw the least attention to him as possible. Considering how thin the filtered air was, even a simple task as that had probably taken some effort to master.

"Doctor, you ready?" he asked without turning.

As Bentley was almost always referred to as 'Doc' or by his given name, the older medic took it as a cue to respond. "Yes," came his calm voice as he reached out to place a hand on Bentley's elbow. "Are you, son?"