"Good to know. The next time you'll see me, it'll be with a Barret." if her words bothered him, it certainly didn't show in his tone of voice. He was, perhaps shockingly, monotone.  This probably isn't an empty threat, either; he gives off no cues that this is a bluff of any sort. He also gives no indication of just what one of those is, so if she's not familiar with guns and the like, their's the possibility of confusion.<br/><br/>Sadly, though, he knew that this was futile. Gotta know when to fold, as the saying goes; with the whole building about ready to fall apart, and with Red's sudden appearance, he knew he didn't have a choice in the option; if he stays, it's not going to end well for him. Much as he disliked the notion, he was not above retreat, which is exactly what he does.<br/><br/>As he moved to recover his crossbow, timing his movements carefully--jumping high into and through the air when the ground shook, running when she was in between blows-- he would make for an escape.  If Red gets in his way, she'll get a throwing knife hurled at her face, but if she doesn't try to impede him...he won't bother to waste one of his knives.