'Sorry... I'll try to keep quiet...' he did indeed sound apologetic, he was used to using his words to lighten the mood in situations like this and he never thought that it would instead cause the girl pain. 'It's just that in my line of work, if you don't laugh you usually end up going mad... Although some people would say that I'm already past that point...'<br/><br/>He wasn't ready for the water to react in such a way, and actually found himself practically jumping backwards at the sudden roaring flames that lept up from the carpet around the girl before dying away just as suddenly as they had flared into life, not even a wisp of smoke marking their passing.<br/><br/>The sound of the rattling furniture put him even more on guard - he'd gained more than his fair share of bumps and bruises from many a poltergeist encounter before, and it had made him inherently wary that anything in the environment could be used as a weapon against him in encounters such as this. And some beings didn't even need to use the environment to attack...<br/><br/>'I started to form a circle around you... sit tight and I'm going to try it again, and with something else too... Try to relax - he's going to try to scare you no doubt, and he might try to take away your other senses too. I'll be here, try not to panic and try not to move - if I form a circle and cut you off from him, if you move you'll just break the circle and let him back in...'<br/><br/>With that he reached down into the bag and took out one of the custom made shotgun shells - breaking it open and using the salt within to form another circle around the girl, still having half a vial of holy water in his other hand just in case the salt didn't work, and a good few more vials back in the bag.<br/><br/>Looked like the old man had prepared him for quite a fight, and for the first time he found himself wondering if he didn't know more than he had let on...