@EntireSquad "I have a bad feeling about these... Survivors." Raxus was carefully to not use the word 'human'. "They speak of alien invaders and how they survived from a camping trip. If we were to hunt as efficiently to take care of all foreign life forms like they did so far without destroying the cities... Then these should have not survived. I suggest a quick yet thorough medical check-up including checking for wires or similar implants to make sure these are not living traps for us." The Apothecary was as paranoid as anyone would be having grown up in the streets of Nostramo. These people were too good to be true, giving useful information and yet clearly showing dependency. And who knows their mental state. If they were to meet the actual perpetrators and if those foreign creatures would promise these five mortals to see their loved ones again. The Astartes would be betrayed in a heartbeat. "We will have plenty of time anyway while we get the trains back up and running again. It might be noisier and less stealthy. But I rather get into the city fast and find clues to this supposed invasion than trek through the abandoned mountains." As a doctor, Kar tended to be utilitarian rather than waste time or beat around the bush. @Casavay "Let us have a closer look at these people." The Shadow Doc ordered the remembrancer in an adequate tone that would be between a doctor and an assisting nurse. @SquadMembersInside + @Jorimel Whether or not she would actually tag along, he had a new immediate purpose that was a pressing matter for the overall safety and success of the mission. He made his way purposefully and swift towards the building that contained the five humans. Once upon entering the building he nodded towards his brethren and approached the humans, helmet and bolter now removed and clamped to his waist. He went down to a knee like a father to be on the same eye height as his child. "I'm an Apothecary. A healer. My name is Kar Raxus." He introduced himself. "Before we make our way to Metucer, I want to make sure you are in a good medical shape. Is there a private room where I can look at each of you, one by one? After all, even in dire times like these, medical privacy is something I uphold if possible." What would be considered for the Nostramo born as a 'warm smile' might be interpret by a commoner of a foreign world as a 'creepy smile' or maybe even straight out as sinister. In attempt to re-assure them, he showed the double-helix of his role that adorned his shoulder pad and tapped it gently.