The hallway was chaos. Even Benrey couldn't help but notice—not that he seemed to care, casually walking through the stream of bullets—some from the Science Team, some from the enemies around. He glanced around, idly whistling out some colorful orbs of Sweet Voice™, though he certainly paid no attention to the colors of it.

"Hey, uh... can I see your passport?" Benrey asks once he was close enough to someone else. He just calmly tilted his helmet down to cast more 'shadow' down his face as he narrowed his eyes on the poor soul he was going to torment next, even when a panicked bullet flew into his chest, though barely made a dent thanks to the "bullet-proof vest" he wore in this body.

"That wasn't nice." He calmly mumbled after a few moments of staring down the other person, glancing down at the wound before it began to seal itself up again.