The man waited patiently, relieved when ten seconds had passed and the machine gun turret hadn't gone off yet. That didn't mean it wasn't going to go off, but he figured if he'd lasted ten seconds, he probably wasn't going to die. Some more waiting rewarded him with an invitation to come in for some coffee, and an open door. The contractor sighed and stepped inside. It was surprisingly well-lit, and he relaxed a little, knowing that. He took his hat off, and tucked the brim into the top of his chest rig, then he loosened his scarf, and pulled his eye protection down so they were resting under his chin.

He couldn't get very far into the bunker, but he wasn't too worried. The inner door was locked when he tried it, so the vampire hunter continued to wait, figuring someone would eventually come get him. For now he tapped his robotic arm increasingly roughly against the wall until his elbow started to work again. Then he switched his shotgun sling back to its two-point configuration, and swung it around behind him, so he could appear as non-threatening as possible. Whoever was inside sounded sane enough, so he wasn't too worried about being eaten. He was just hoping they were going to be agreeable. They had to at least be willing to negotiate if they were letting him in, he figured, so the man was hopeful.

If nothing else, the optimism kept his mind off the fact that this could be as much of a trap as the machine gun turret hidden outside. He went over his sales pitch in his head and hoped things would go smoothly. Of course, when he was feeling ready to try and sell this vampire on an adventure, his chronometer went off. Checking the alarm, he began swearing vehemently, though he managed to keep the volume low. "This is not the fucking time." he groaned, shutting off the alert and clenching his fists. His elbow locked up again, and that kicked off another round of swearing. Things had been about to go well, so of course Murphy had to show up again. "Fuck you, Murphy. Eat a dick!" he declared, as if the man himself was around to hear him. "Just gotta hold on... Couple hours... I should be okay..." he didn't realize he was talking to himself, and barely noticed that he hard started pacing. "Shouldna quit smokin'..." he muttered, doing his best not to look too insane in case his host showed up...