<blockquote><div><cite>ShiroSenshi wrote:</cite>Vincent growled lowly as he heard people running about and calling out for survivors of the crash. His ears perked at a particular set of footsteps that were heading his way. He gritted his teeth, his hand slowly sliding his jacket to the side as he placed it on his gun. His eyes narrowed as the source of the footsteps came into view in front of him, an unfortunately human teenage girl with with long silvery hair. He switched the gun to his left hand and moved out from behind the dumpster. In one swift, fluid motion he grabbed the girl around the waist with his good arm and pressed the gun against her lower back. "Don't scream..." The black fox said quietly into her ear, although the next words would probably be a bit unexpected "...Help me" He began to frisk the girl with his right hand, searching her for any weapons. Even if she was a teenager, she was human and he couldn't trust her, and there was also the chance she would panic and try to fight him off.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Xyla had all but turned half way in response to hearing something behind her when someone took hold of her waist, she gasped a little and was about to cry out 'what is this!' only to stop feeling the familiar mold of what could only be a gun pressed into her lower back. Perhaps another would have screamed and shouted for help, but Xyla simply conceded to this man of which was a black fox of some kind. She kept quiet even as he frisked her saying nothing and keeping still, the only thing he'd find was a simple hand gun hilted to her right side though she only five bullets left at the moment. She got it for self defense reasons only, and she would have considered using it now if he hadn't whispered to her for aide. "If you wanted help you could have just asked" she told him bluntly with a shrug. "I'm not a soldier, only reason I have a gun is for defense considering I live alone. If you don't trust me take it, barely shot with it anyway."