Jeff stumbled out of the tank, taking a moment to embrace the feel of solid ground beneath his feet again. Hopefully they'd be able to take a smoother route back. Then again, knowing Lash...

Breathing masks, though. He hadn't thought of those. He accepted one of the masks, feeling a little foolish for not planning ahead. Not that he ever did. But now that he was here in this eerie fog, he couldn't shake the feeling that there could be something lurking nearby. Like a zombie. Just some post-traumatic flashbacks to Threed, no doubt, but it was still a disturbing thought.

He kept close to Mommy Samus for the time being, remaining quiet.