Crow scoffed as the warlock approached, quickly bolstering her sidearm.

"Well Zavala wouldn't be too happy about a nosy warlock down here either, now would he?" She quipped, kneeling by the corpse. She drew her knife and used it to pick up the pouch slung to its side, slicing the cord tying it down as she grabbed it. 

"In any case, I have what I came for so you don't need to worry yourself about my being here." She said, standing up as she began to walk back to her sparrow. As she did, the air began to crackle and whine with the telltale sign of incoming Scorn and before she could take a step further a swarm of various Scron burst into view, as well as a hulking Corrupted Abomination. Crow's eyes got wide and she yanked her helmet on before drawing her gun again.

"[i]Shit.[/i]"