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The Kreznik frozen in place meets eyes-to-eyeholes with the rookie, and for once now gives him particular focus. As around, the SEC shoot the fogged forms, them falling to the ground in a manner too reminiscent of dying humans, albeit bloodless and only a vapor escaping the holes in their bodies, before writing a bit and twitching before bursting into a fine steamy mist. It was as if they both are and aren't, a vague existence as their very being itself is vague. Aside from that, they seemed unaffected by the flashes of light and loud noises of gunfire, lacking eyes and ears, fittingly only sensing, perhaps, by vibrations in the mist, or maybe even more eerily, by sensing life itself. As they were shot, as if triggered by the aggression began to rush the marines and SEC alike who were further away from the Kreznik. Manifested as they were by her, they seemed to operate only on a very basic automatic impulse.

The Kreznik, after hearing the rookie's explanation finally moved, leaning in closer to him, practically hovering over him as the obscured face was only centimeters from his own, and, taking a hand lifted the mask slightly, just enough to reveal grayed skin and chapped lips, though, strangely, quite human. A hissing exhale of steamy breath, then inhales again, readying to finally speak, it seemed.

"Tai-nt-ed..." a strangled hissing whisper escaping tortured lips, a statement, not a question.