Mikhail wasn't as frightened or concerned as Stefan's men seemed to be. The fact that he couldn't see the Hound played a big part in that. Though, his expression became puzzled when Stefan emitted a groan. He figured the question was directed at him, so he replied, "I don't know, but I'm hoping very much you and your men here can help me with it." His voice was quiet, his eyebrows knitted together. He stood still, unsure of whether to bolt first. He decided he would run as soon as he heard footsteps.<br/><br/>Mikhail's head twitched towards whoever else started to speak. Oh, he was a doctor? That's interesting. It made sense that the boxes carried in them things that smelled undoubtedly antiseptic. He agreed with the man who spoke; this was indeed serious. But, to be fair, they did have guns.<br/><br/>But what Mikhail saw a glimpse of was not a gun, but a knife. When he heard Stefan unsheathe it, he criticised him. "A knife? Really?" he scoffed, almost in disbelief. He thought doctors had to be smart in order to be doctors. Though, these people had been very nice to him so far, even after he had destroyed his inventory. He closed his mouth to restrain himself from making another comment. The guy with the knife could serve as dog chow while everyone else ran.<br/><br/>The Hound's head twitched towards every single person who had been speaking. Stefan had the last word, and its big eyes followed the knife flipping in the air. It let out a long, drawn growl as it sank its claws into the earth. Mikhail twitched and piped up, "It goes for you on your left side."<br/><br/>Truth be told, the Hound bounded for Stefan, and then skirted to his left flank, where it then pounced, mouth open wide, revealing the rows of razor sharp teeth. Mikhail backed up, unsure of whether to run or help Stefan. He didn't think he could be of much help, but he did feel a bit bad leaving these people to deal with an angry demon.