Bane's ears twitched - holy FUCK.<br/><br/>"There's something out there." He said, suddenly wishing he hadn't handed away his pistol.  "It's a ways away, but it's going nuts like a cat in heat." He backs to the center of the room, to his things.  His first aid supplies are fairly stocked (stolen, he wouldn't settle for any less.) And he roots through, until he finds the only other useful pain inflicting item he can; an old, but sharp pair of surgical scissors.<br/><br/>"I'll tell you if it gets any closer..." He breathes.