Apparently the man with the rifle wasn't the person they were looking for. Instead, they got a warning about funny business and then the guard disappeared. That was followed by the garage door opening up, the panels grinding up and out of the way. Behind that was a ramp, and at this point, Kevin was starting to get a little nervous. There were too many doors here. And then, of course, when they least expected it, a baseball bat came out of nowhere. 

Zara seemed to have things under control, but that didn't stop her companion from cocking his weapon and keeping it levelled at the crazy man in the lab coat. The werehyena was on edge through the whole exchange, and he'd already planned out fire and movement, should things go south. Of course, the vampire was very confident that things were going to be fine, and she told him to calm down. "Should have slept outside..." he mumbled, only lowering his rifle very slowly. He swept the whole area again, checking everything around him, before he reluctantly unloaded the rifle. Once the chamber was clear and he'd snapped the magazine back into place, he followed the other two with enough trepidation for all of them.

"I've got some fuckin' history for ya..." he grumbled as they headed down the ramp. No one who swung a baseball bat at him would be getting out of that situation uninjured. He couldn't promise death, not in this day and age, but he could definitely promise pain. As they descended into Geoffrey's lair, he kept one hand on his rifle, clutching it to his chest, while the other fondled the hilt of his revolver. If anyone tried anything, he was probably going to lose his mind. The last thing he needed was Geoffrey thinking he was Zara and getting swung at, so he hoped that if he looked uncomfortable enough, they might call off the shenanigans. That being said, part of him definitely wouldn't mind some shenanigans...