Rob was staring forth along the somber unfriendly hallway, his senses sharpened and his pulse quieting down. He was like a well-tuned guitar string, ready to react to the slightest touch. Then his ears kicked his brain awake. "What?" he spun on his heels and ran through the group of wounded scared people towards the back of the group. He took to a halt before Luc, looking over the cook's shoulder, his brown uniform heavy with sweat. "Where? What did you see?"<br/><br/>He couldn't see or feel anything but his body was like a pressed down spring, ready to jump up. The Showstopper felt solid and comforting in his left hand. His face was a mask of concentration - eyes focused like laser beams, mouth perfectly flat, ears nearly twitching around, on the alert like a prowling cat. But the shadows weren't moving now.<br/><br/>Rob slowly walked past Lucian and pointed the gun forward. "Luc" he spoke quietly over his shoulder. "Tell me exactly what you think you saw or felt. And tell the group to move back a notch; I didn't like that laughter back there. I don't want anything to jump at them from behind while I'm lingering out back..."