[color=gray]   At the feel of someone grabbing his arm, he jerked it away and aside from waving his hand at them to cease, continued to ignore the offender until they began to yell after him. [i]Irritating[/i], he noted. [i]And foolish[/i]. And before he could even fire off a retort, the woman was also joining in with a comment which was equally annoying, and the last of the group was not far behind her. [color=9e0b0f][color=9e0b0f][b]"Then keep up."[/b][/color][/color] He growled when the others had finally shut up, turning swiftly askance to glare at the lot of them through the visor of his gas mask. It was not all that visible, but it evidenced itself in the tone of his voice, which now that he had said a full sentence was noticeably with a distinct Scottish accent. [color=9e0b0f][b]"An' quit yeer shoutin'."[/b][/color]

   Skies, the fuss in these folks. He'd not even gone very far, yet they were behaving like it would be the end of him.

   Rolling his eyes, the big man turned back the way he'd been going and took another couple of cautious steps. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Just scoutin' ahead."[/b][/color] He explained simply, shining his light pointedly around the junction he'd just reached and down each forking path to wordlessly indicate the divergence to the others.[/color]