Tremersynn with a double move back from the Heat trap is 10 feet behind N-1. You backed up to the T and then back the way you came. No reason you would move down towards the other trap.
The footfalls get louder and then you see them a group of men in mix matched clothes, they have all sorts of weapons. Machetes, batons, a rifle, and a pistol. They are 30 feet from the booby trap and begin to talk to each other, "Uh did the person get turned to pink mist too? Nah a fresh body would not have done that with a frag grenade. It was a frag grenade right? Uh it could have been a plasma one. You idiot plasma grenades are so much more dangerous and costly! Well Frag grenade next time. Okay..."
"Who are you? And why are you taking the time to set traps in this hallway?" N-1 calls out with a sad attempt at a diplomatic smile.
"Who are you?! Who wouldn't set a trap to secure their home?" One of them says and another answers with, "Yeah!"
N-1 says, "We were recently stranded here. So we are just looking around and figuring out the lay of the land. We are not trying to invade your home, but traps like this in the central hallway seem unfriendly."
Feet still stinging from the floor trap earlier, Tremersynn held his position back down the corridor. He tried to look as nonthreatening as a heavily armored guy with a giant hammer could; maybe the team diplomatists could avoid a dangerous fight here...
A bunch of voices can be heard, "That sounds interesting. You do know you are nearly a mile or two from the outer ports... how did you get in? You guys apart of the Pink Peasels group? or Blue Magesty? I don't trust 'em, and I don't care for their lying either. Yes it is unfriendly, we don't too kindly to strangers or invaders."
Everything seems to be going fine... He thought.
N-1 considers their responses and says, "We are new and are not looking to start anything with the groups here. We have yet to encounter the other groups you mentioned. How would we get to these outer ports?"