"Thanks, Cortana. Might be a good idea after we get him to safety."

Without the buffer of her helmet she can hear the sickening squelch of the fleshy walls mixed with the groan of warping metal more clearly, taste the blood and rust in the air slowly but surely closing in. With a few short, sharp breaths she's moving again, her footsteps transitioning form the soft sucking sounds of meat into the solid metal flooring of the ship.

"I suppose that's why we like you so much," Connie pants between breaths, her legs burning under his weight as she's forced to a slower pace before she falls over altogether.

Just get to the docking bay, just a little further now.