Remaining alert  ***willing to use sixth sense here if I can do so actively***, Adam stands and follows Dawn 'attentively' out the door in mock concern for her state.  As he passes their contact, he makes any observances he can about her, bulges at the hip for concealed weapons etc.<br/><br/>Taking a position opposite the door from Dawn, he winks at her and powers up his blaster, safety off, still looped around his back.  Tossing back the last of his brandy and tossing the tumbler to shatter to the plast-crete street, he leans non chalantly, with one leg posted against the wall behind him leaning.<br/><br/>Adam is now scanning the street for their contacts back up, if any is present.<br/><br/>Off handedly speaking to Dawn, Adam says with a grin "I am kind of itching for a fight" just loud enough for Dawn to hear alone.