[Wash, too, is on guard as he heads down the corridor, his muscles tense with anticipation and the sheer adrenaline rush of being in some place new. he definitely remembers this place from that transmission, and he doesn't like the lack of cover in the hall. traversing corridors of any kind makes him feel like a sitting duck for what awaits him at the end.]

I don't see any movement beyond the doors. Whoever put that card there has either gone or is just waiting for us on the other side.

[while Croix does that, he keeps his rifle trained on the doors]