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The sudden din startled [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/64443/posts/ooc?page=9#post-2018163]Timothy[/url], but the even more sudden pigeon flapping its wings about the girl added to that effect. The cries of pain from just behind one of the dumpsters made him doubt his actions, that perhaps pursuing this unfortunate fellow was doing more harm than good, but alas, what was done was done, and Timothy could but press on. Standing up from reflexively crouching from when the bird had acted -- and what a scare that had given him! -- the seminary took cautious steps to where the din had emanated.

“Are you okay?”, he meekly asked, peeking over the side of the dumpster to behold a petite feminine figure. “Miss...?”

One hand was already clutching a strap of his backpack in case she needed aid and required his supplies. Should the incredibly unexpected happen, however, there was his M1911A1 tucked safely in one of the easily-accessible side pockets, loaded but unchambered and with the safety switched on. Still, Timothy chided himself for his thoughts straying towards a violent direction. He wouldn’t need his pistol in this case, of course, what was he thinking?! Seems like being on the run has implanted a bit of paranoia into his head. He would have to pray at length tonight...