The low-light detection filtering provided by Marie's power helmet gave her sight in the claustrophobic dark, albeit throwing the clawing aberrations into nightmarish low-contrast shapes did not grant her much tactical advantage. Nevertheless, it allowed her to keep a beat on their location. "Agreed," she barked in acknowledgement of Kroll and Reidan, "and then to the upper decks as soon as the way is clear; we are too much like trapped rats here." She began to fall back up the corridor as the abberant beasts rapidly advanced along the ceiling, attempting to snag those she could see with intermittent blasts of her webber pistol to slow their assault. "Those without dark-sight; follow our footsteps! Use the wall as a guide!" she shouted over the din of weaponry and the Crusader's battlecries.