The former officer took a few moments after disembarking to check his supply of ammo before following Ambrosine inside. Asche shifted his attention to Ambrosine and nodded, "Eyes on shortly, Stim." he offered flatly. Asche began to fade away as he walked backwards into the corner of the room, his body dissipating into smoke and drifting backwards into the seam where the walls met.
As Asche entered Shadowspace, he took a few moments to orient himself to the other world. The strange geometries took getting used to, especially when entering an unfamiliar region of this place. The shifting tapestry of dimensionless forms rolled and turned around the black haired man as he focused his mind to find the way forward. Slowly, he could see the path forming in his mind. Not so much walking as sliding, he moved forward towards a sharp bend in space relatively close to the point where he had entered.
Exiting into the real world once more, Asche found himself on the factory floor, at a corner near a roiling vat of molten metal. The contractor raised his rifle to his right shoulder, advancing forward through the foundry and reporting on his findings over comms.