Colin's state is remarkably non-plussed. He's only been in here for less than half a minute, and he can hold his breath for a healthy amount of time.

That doesn't mean he relishes being in here. Or that he can hear particularly well. But one thing he can do is continue to slice away at the neck. The tell-tale sizzle of flash-searing meat should give everyone sufficient warning before a thin jet of laser pierces out of the neck.

It continues to cut around for a short while, before Colin's fist finally pushes through the neck of the creature. He gives a slightly urgent wave of his hand, clutching the small laser cutter tightly, before he resumes blindly swiping at the neck with the beam.

He'd probably appreciate a little help here...