Didion puffed his chest out at the man, secretly in his mind getting ready to flee had he swung. The mention of the shadow creatures piqued his interest. "So<span style="font-style: italic">you're</span>what they're after? I can't imagine why, with the kind of manners-"<br/><br/>He was quickly cut off by the sound of gunfire, and Didion instinctively crouched and covered his ears. Loud noises were not Didion's favorite thing. At this point he was starting to think of retreating and getting as far from this group as possible, but when he did a 360 turn he noticed that there was no escaping. The shadow things were all over the place. He turned back to assess the people within the group. They all appeared to be competent, and well equipped. Staying alive was priority at this point in time, so Didion gathered up his wits and began to prance alongside the rest of the group.<br/><br/>"Yes, yes, let's get on with it, no point in lingering!" He affirmed to the gentleman as he unofficially-officially joined the group.