He nodded and sent back his understanding and warm concern, before carefully picking up the female survivor. "Alright, then lets see if I know my home as well as I should."<br/><br/>He had a mild headache from the channeling, but figured getting OUT was more important then not collapsing. He already had a vague hunch some-THING was coming, and he wouldn't want to be here when it got here. "Just relax, don't tense up, despite everything that has happened. This is hard enough without having to drag you along all tense."<br/><br/>He pictured the armory where he maintained his weapons, the four tables with various weapons, death dealing devices, and tools, the trophies on the walls, the gems on the crafting table where he was experimenting with making his own items. The smell of oil, metal, warmth, slightly singed wood, and used gunpowder. And then he reached out and twisted, imagining him and the two passengers appearing there.