Devin jumped at the sound of another voice. "Quiet lad, It might still be up there." He whispered, a thick Irish accent punctuating every word. He had dropped his club/sword outside as he had ran, so all he could do was hold his fist at the ready. True, against IT, they he had little chance barehanded, but he was more than capable of handling any crazies that tried to stop him.<br/><br/>He calmed down a little as he saw that the figure meant him no harm. "Sorry lad, I'm a bit jumpy still." He looked up to the doorway, seeing the rubble. "Looks like we're going to be stuck together for a little while don't it?" He sat down in a corner again, putting as much space between them as he could. He took off his jacket, then looked over at the other guy in the room. "My name's Devin. Devin Masters."