"And I've got a lot to learn from you," she tells him.

"This, this place doesn't FEEL right, but I can't put my finger on why," she grumbles. She glances at the body. "He won't have a key, they don't even bother removing the collars from the bodies." She bends down, tears the communicator off of his wrist. "I know where one might be, but we'll need another communicator for both of us to get in there."

She eyes the death wound in a considering sort of way. "There are big cats here that kill like that, crush the throat. They come into the outer edges of the mine sometimes, eat people, when they are very hungry."