Simon breathed a sigh of relief as the turrets powered down. He peeked out of his cover and them got out the full way as Marga and Hundred went ahead, presumably to scout the way. He hung back a little to let them advance; the Gygan was suitably armed to handle everything thrown at them thus far, so he felt safe, at least, for now. 

Sevyn was there too, fiddling with a console as the party entered the next room. With rifle lowered he flipped up the faceplate of his armour to give the room a slow scan.

"Optics, full scan. Repeat previous."

Then, to the rest of the group (or anyone that would listen), he threw out another question. 

"Anyone hurt?"

He knew Marga was wounded, but the painkillers in the medigel he had applied would've no doubt kicked in by now, so he didn't worry as much. Hopefully they'd get somewhere productive this time instead of constantly running into danger like headless chickens. 

He hoped.