Cyrus covered his ears, after hearing the whistling for half a second and dropping his weapons. He turned to face away, stepping away slowly, not really thinking there would be a sizable explosion, only to be proven wrong, as he felt the heat at his back and the blast tug at his clothes. He dropped his hands slowly from his ears, and turned to see nothing but ash raining down, like some romantically apocalyptic image. 

Cyrus sighed, pulling out one revolver and proceeding to load it, rotating the cylinder to accommodate. He cracked the colt 1871-72 open and dispensed all of the spent brass on the ground. After which, he began placing cartridges in their respective spots. He finished up the colt 1871-72 and holstered it, withdrawing his colt single action army. He dropped each spent casing on the ground, ejecting them one at a time as he pointed the weapon skyward with it's loading gate swung open. Accomplishing this, he proceeded to load cartridges, one after the other, rotating the cylinder with every fresh one placed in its respective spot.

After finishing up his loading, he simply holstered the weapon, and looked towards the Sioux woman and the newcomer whom had previously questioned if anyone needed a doctor. "No," came his simple gruff reply, as he looked to the man. "Not me, at least." 

Cyrus turned to walk next to the Sioux woman, a little bit curious about what she had to say about everything that had happened. He definitely had remembered something she said earlier about having a team, but he wasn't extraordinarily interested, unless it paid. 

He kept walking alongside the Sioux woman, until she came to a sudden halt to observe something that had rustled the bushes. He turned to face the foliage, his eyes glaring down the area as he watched for movement. His hands hovered above his pistol handles, waiting for any threat that might come. 

Cyrus was very in tune with his instincts and had a great amount of situational awareness, especially when his nerves were on edge from a fight. He gave a low guttural growl towards the bushes, as if to ward off any evil just with his own threatening figure.