Robby got up from the bed, stretching out a little. With a small sigh, he went to his SSAR, picking it up and checking it over a little. Ammo, safety... everything seemed in place. He went to the window, not the safest if he was trying to stay hidden, but be could hear more fighting, and wanted to see if it was close. He grabbed a small hand mirror, sticking it out the window to watch down the street, holding his rifle in the other hand.