Sienna's forehead wrinkled in mild astonishment as she smirked again, trying to work out in just what universe voluntary immolation might be considered kinky. "Yeah, don't flatter yourself," she said wryly. "Just a bad joke." At least he hadn't threatened her with his gun; from her limited experience with this crew, she had halfway expected it.
The muck got shallower as she followed the armored soldiers back down the corridor. The way their armor-vehicles stomped through the muck in this ancient crash, it was a small wonder that they didn't go crashing clear through to the next deck below, if there was one. However, after wading around in the sludge, walking without its constant resistance made her almost forget about the high gravity. Still, it would be a while before she could rid herself of the disgusting feeling, even if her suit had protected her from it entirely.
The sound of the wind outside the wreck started to become louder as they approached the ladder.