Well.<br/><br/>That hadn't been quite what he'd expected.<br/><br/>Or at least, he might not have flinched at one man doing this, possibly. Maybe even two. But he certainly hadn't counted on a room full of gun, and all of it in his face. One blink, and Kael's eyes were as sharp as present levels of wearing on were going to allow, tracing about the guns and faces behind them. Though he was more interested for the most part in what was behind the men. At the moment, it didn't offer a lot to help him though. Which meant he was dealing with an old gang style standoff, bad folks in a bad part of town, and he was once more just a tough without a name on him to tell them whether to shoot him or greet him. He'd been in the situation before- he knew quite well how strays were treated. Happy he didn't have his hands in his pockets for once, he raised them a couple of inches slowly, palms outward, looking around less calmly than he would have liked to imagine, but probably a great deal more so than he should have been.<br/><br/>And when the one voice spoke up, he looked right at him, without turning his head more than a few degrees.<br/><br/>This was a pack after all. It was hard to say if he was the one calling the shots, or if he was just the biggest, baddest of them all, but one way or another the fact that he was talking while no one else made any hint of it meant this was someone important, one of the "alphas" among present company. And your options were to either avoid eye contact at all costs, or make sure not to be the first one to break it.<br/><br/>Kael kept his gaze steady as his hands kept slowly raising, complying nice and gradual like for them, and kept his breathing and face calm as possible. The less reason he gave them to think he was about to try something the better, regardless of whether he was or not.<br/><br/>"Not sure if that's a 'yes, Ms Browning's here' or a 'no, she's not'."<br/><br/>Hands very slowly up, feet nice and steady taking him a part of a step around at a time, two or three of those to be facing the way he'd come in again, letting his head stay half turned, looking at the guy in his peripheral, but not craning far enough to look directly at him.