Alexander woke up from his position on the couch and immediately snatched the shotgun at his feet and pointed it at the door before he realized who had broken in. "[b]Ugh you scared me.[/b]" Alexander complained as he yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He still hadn't forgotten that Nawar had it out for them, the shotgun he had was a constant reminder of it after all. He'd considered ditching it several times in case it could be traced but in the end had opted against it. Alexander then looked at the bag Joshua had with interest, "[b]Did you bring presents for us?[/b]" he asked eagerly. The week of waiting for their weapons had left him slightly dissatisfied, like an itch he couldn't scratch. "[b]And just what kind of visitors are we having[/b]" he inquired again, wondering who they could possibly have visit. Maybe Henry or some other old friends of Joshua. Larion merely laid at his feet, having passively glanced up at Joshua before laying his head back down on his front feet. After a lot of sniffing around the hideout Larion had quickly grown bored of the place and was eager for excitement. Alexander didn't like taking him out of the city either for fear of another encounter while he wasn't properly armed so Larion was cooped up in the hideout for most of the time spent waiting.