He walked over to Rodney and squeezed the other man's shoulder briefly before moving away. "You okay?" Then, to Jan: "Big enough, I guess. Maybe there's a huge one coiled underneath our feet," he said absently. Ugh, he kind of ached, even though his shield hadn't broken. This was a shitty mission made shittier by the company. He could tell the tunnels extended much, much further, but was there enough point in continuing? Rodney wasn't up to fighting again if it came up, and Jan never was any help in fighting things even on a good day. Unless America was involved, he thought, faintly bitter. He reached up to rub a hand across his face, pausing as he noticed the slime. Maybe the life techs could just scrape him down for samples.
He stepped over near Jan, bending down to grab another leg. The close proximity made him feel more than a little strange, but he ignored it. "Little big to take back." Horace snapped it neatly at the joint, ignoring the seeping mess that came from inside. And he bagged it up and stuffed it in his knapsack.
"That's enough for now," he said. "Let's go back." If it was just him, he would have continued. As it was, this wasn't a failure, but it wasn't really a success, either.
Search Points: 30/30
