Scout slipped bast Lucien and up the stairs, clapping a hand to his thigh holster and skidding to a stop in the hallway.  "...Keenan?". He called, freeing his pistol from the holster and slowly pulling it out.
He didn't always draw a gun when looking for her, but the atmosphere in the hallway just felt wrong and after years in the desert he had learned to trust his instincts.

" ah, they should have it covered.". Barrett mused as the two ran off upstairs.  "If its bad they'll shout for us."