"Don't talk, move, it's hungry, idiot," Amos hisses as he hurries past. He's not exactly running, but he's not walking slowly either. Running makes him look even more like prey, and so far he's been able to keep from being snacked on by simply moving on before the insect-brains can lock onto him fully as a target. His good luck won't last, but he's going to try, because he does not have the firepower for any kind of fight with these monsters, and especially not in these narrow halls.