You ignore their reports that it is safe and move on. After a few steps your helmet inhibits your vision and you trip over a loose conduit. You fall flat on your face on the deck and the front of your helmet shatters. You are overpowered with the stench of stale air and what smells like rotting meat. It is strong, and so old and thick that you can taste it in your mouth when you breath. You stand yourself up and realize that the others are taking off their helmets, so you do the same. Xiang and Morrow move ahead, scanning the area, while Gillard moves along the walls searching for a computer terminal. You break off from the group, following your horribly sensitive nose to an ajar door. Open the Door Rejoin the Group