The Chief wasn't especially enthusiastic about the klaxons, or being led somewhere, but ultimately it was a sign of life. He's also armed, and not alone. There aren't a lot of things two Spartans can't improvise an answer for.

Even now that they're apparently not being shot at, he's not standing at ease and Arachidamia's fur hasn't lain flat across her neck and shoulders. Her ears still hurt and that's not cool.

The mention of the airlock draws the Chief's first comment.

"Don't do that!"

...In stereo.

Thanks, soul dog.