<span style="font-style: italic">Yuri, no!</span>Elita winced as her ally revealed himself to them, she herself still hidden in the shadows. Beging conflited in whether to help her friend or save her own skin as she had learned to do from years of being alone, all Elita could to was draw her pocket knife and watch to see how the chain of events would go.<br/>---------<br/>Already having been on high alert when he heard 'Bob' shatter a window, he immediately drew his gun and aimed towards the sound of the voice. Looking at the stranger who was standing up and observed him. At fisrt glance the guy looked intimidating, standing much taller than him and looked much older than the rest of them. The man‘s(?) clothing were dark in color but didn't seem to be ragged, the look on his face seemed genuine enough as well... but better safe than sorry. "Hold it right there, put your hands up." Sam spoke up, weapon trained on the strangers right shoulder. His father seemed to be rubbing off on him again.