He stops immediately when he hears the car engine, freaked out for a moment, on account of just how quiet it's been thus far; he had grown accustomed to hearing only his own footsteps, as unsettling as they were.<br/><br/>He gets overt his initial fear in moments, though, and slowly approaches the car, staring at the pipe in it. Weird as hell. He hopes it's not some punks, hooligans or what have you, because sadly, he has no clue where his trusty self defense revolver is. Damn.<br/><br/>He sighs, and moves past the car, and enters the building itself. Initially, he would look around for other people, but if he doesn't see anyone, he would start looking at food and drinks (assuming it has a convenience store like selection). JUnk food might be junk, but hey, it's also food.