As soon as the slightest sound of footsteps reached him, Damien froze. He stopped his breathing, stopped his moving... the only part of him not on pause were his eyes, scanning over the area before him. There. He thought he'd seen it, the slightest movement in the shadows. But he wasn't sure. He couldn't be, unless he checked it out. The first sign that he was about to start moving was his breathing, the intake slow and quiet before he exhaled through his nose in the same pattern. Then his head, tilting to give a better view, adjusting to allow his gaze past the edges of corners. But he couldn't see a thing.

Slowly, his hand left the side of the pillar as his legs shifted, carrying him closer to the nearest wall. Inch by inch, he made his way over until he could press himself against the surface, minimizing the silhouette the stars might make. Then he began to make his way to the entrance, moving with a sense of paranoia that filled the atmosphere. He could hear it, the slightest echo as steps rang out the presence of someone in the museum. The abandoned, ancient, remote museum. 

He didn't like it. Every moment of the thirty seconds it took to reach the entrance, his nerves creeped closer and closer to the edge, even as he reached the corner to peer around I to the building. One more quiet breath, and his head barely peered around, looking inside in hopes of seeing if his paranoia had only amplified the ambling presence of some animal.