He ignored the noise, simply waiting for either the sound of the door opening, or the droid to stop. At the sound of it stopping, he smiled, a most evil smile if ever he had made one, and waited another half minute, before grabbing the mace off the ground. He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his gun, and acknowledged the tingle of fear and uncertainty, letting it last for five seconds before shoving it to the back of his mind. He put the mace on a rigged quick release on his belt, before stepping out. He turned to the medical room, and brought the gun up, searching for the droid, quiet as possible. The longer it took it to get to him, the more fire he could put into it before it got to him and forced the melee portion.<br/><br/>(stealth 19 (+10))