He moved with a purpose, but avoided the threats with practiced ease, used to harvesting on his own, and knew most of what was usually hostile, and usually wary of humans.<br/><br/>He yelled her name down the tunnel, debating whether to try his hand at the traps, try to get the drop on her, or just wait patiently. He reminded himself that she was a red dragon, friendly though she had been, and wasn't to be gotten comfortable with. Or at least, not more so than he had already. He simply sat down, and waited for her to find and escort him inside.