There was indeed another set of boots as well. This set was very reluctantly allowing the other set to keep up with her own in between popping in and out of the ventilation shafts. This sort of broke up whatever story he was trying to tell her as he seemed perfectly content to keep talking while she was otherwise occupied, but Samus wasn't exactly the most invested in whatever her new companion had to say. In fact, it would be really nice if he would just stop talking for a second.

In a rare pause in his insistent jabbering, Samus thinks she hears someone whispering. She pauses, holding her arm out in front of Grif to stop him and slowing bringing a single finger in front of her helmet, just about where her mouth would be. Shut up, Grif.

Cautiously, Samus takes a few steps forward of course with her cannon at the ready. She can't be too sure what she'll find as she peaks around a corner in this ship.