The instant that the screaming was heard, the Death Korpsman brought her lasgun up to her shoulder, whirling around and aiming in the general direction of it. Not long after, Sev would start taking careful yet fairly quick steps over towards wherever it was. Habitually, she'd reached down to pull up the bayonet from her beltline and affixed it on her Lasgun, a low, muffled breath coming through in the meantime. The Guardsman's shoulder's tensed up and she got closer, her trigger finger readying itself if needs be; for the most part she had little idea as to what might be causing this, or whom, but there wasn't any fear on her part. The gas mask rested up against the stock of the lasgun, aiming down the iron sights with clear intent; whatever was to harm this expedition that she was tasked on, would find itself riddled with holes. Hopefully; and hopefully she wouldn't end up shooting or stabbing someone part of the expedition. Emperor, aid this noble soul's efforts and guide her shots - render whatever foe here helpless against my lasgun, and let them be destroyed by my wrath in your name. Sev briefly thought about taking the spade out, just in case; though the bayonet was still in its own right, a far more useful tool. For now; no digging would be needed, one would hope!