Once he's made his own adjustments Gordon opens his helmet's faceplate, glances down at the corpses and pauses for just a moment. It seldom hurts to check for- no, they weren't carrying pulse rifles. Oh well.

He takes their ammo anyway, stashing it alongside his own. What he has, their living comrades can't find and use. And there are living ones about; he can hear footsteps on patrol nearby.

You wouldn't think something as bulky as the HEV suit could flatten against the wall that effectively, would you.