"Yeah," Voodoo mutters under his breath as he replaces the pistol in its holster. He looks down at the corpse.

(This'd be where Ellen would stop and say some words for it. He's no good with words.

He hopes a few moments of thoughts, of hoping that wherever the human side of this thing's gone is a better place than this, is enough.)


"Let's head back to the medbay."

He keys his headset. "That, uh - thing you guys saw. It's been taken care of. You guys find anything?"