Liz had been so focused on keeping track of her red prey that she had not noticed she herself had been being watched until the one watching her appeared. It caught her off guard and she cursed herself internally for not being more cautious all the while the many voices in her head squabbled on who's fault it was. Liz tooned the voices out, letting them squabble while she looked over at her new company briefly. Right off the bat she saw he wasn't an enemy, at least judging by his attitude and enthusiasm of wanting to stop the unknown prey she had been following. 

"We know not if the one we followed is friend or foe," she finally answered looking back at the warehouse ",When the sounds of battle of come then we will have an answer."

It didn't take long though for what sounded to be a struggle to begin, first it was gunshots then it was screams and she had doubts it was the screams of the prey she had pursued. Now the symbiote was indeed intrigued on the prey, hearing the sounds of combat made it want to join in.

"Now we have an answer lets see if the prey we followed needs assistance, we hunger for a good fight to bring order to the chaos inside us," she replied before jumping from her hiding place and swinging down to the warehouse below not waiting for the other before she found a means of entering the place unseen herself and landing to the floor below.

"Now let us found Mr. Red Guy and have fun with whatever toys he found to play with," she spoke to herself, a mouth forming on the symbiote suite, a smile that would give anyone nightmares with how it went ear to ear and the mouth was full of teeth that could rival a shark's own jaws.

"Ready or not here we come," she whispered before darting around the warehouse looking for the fight that was happening within. It hardly took long finding the chaos in the building but the site she was greeted with was a peculiar one. The way the men screamed from outside she thought the guy in red was using some form of gun or even blade but what she found was him wielding a hammer, a weapon that seem odd but still got the job done. HOw many men were left was hard to say but big and red seemed to of taken a good chunk of them out.

"Oh Red," she called to the hammer wielding maniac who she still did not know if he was friend or foe "Do you share your play things or do we need to find a new warehouse to find entertainment in?"