Damien was beginning to get a little less intimidated and a little more annoyed when the fox girl continued to get on his case. "What's your problem?!" Damien asked. "Spit it out." The mood was then cut short as the scarecrow began yelling for someone, making Damien cover an ear and take another step back from the loud noise. At first, there was nothing but silence as nothing happened. Then, the door to the farmhouse opened, and a man holding some sort of rifle emerged. That alone set off a number of alarms in his head. He could handle baseball bats and metal pipes, even knifes if he was careful enough, but a gun? That wasn't something he was willing to fight against.

Fortunately, it seemed like the fox girl was attempting to defuse the situation, although he was slightly irked and glared at her when she was still threatening him. Still, he didn't exactly have much else to add to the conversation, and decided to let it go its course for now. If things went south, though, he wouldn't hesitate to make a break for it.