[A wry laugh gusts from Fabius, his sallow face pulling with the wide berth of his toothy smile.]

A calculated risk is no risk at all.

[If those shadows are anything to go by, they're humanoid. The appearance of the man beside him is also exceptionally human, and judging by the level of their heads, he is no longer the stalwart Astartes his superior gene-seed had grown him to be.]

What if there is some strange lifeform here? As a human, wouldn't you protect yourself from it? I doubt those guns are for us.