Locke whips around to snap up his rifle, leveling it in the direction Roscoe was looking without much hesitation at all. He’s monitoring now too, though, Evie already seemed to have an idea of how to handle this. Not keen on disrupting her choices in any way similar to how Biggs had done so earlier, he holds his fire.

But that doesn’t mean he drops his guard. Like a steel cable at max extension, he’s taught and coiled to snap at anything that trips and severs the line. Whoever had appeared would need to play their next move wisely, lest they get a muzzle velocity response.

Even still, his gun does lower just a tad. He had no intention to destroy what was ahead, unlike the dirt he had shot earlier. No sense keeping the rifle completely leveled at the newcomer in that context. Still, it’s just level enough for him to reacquire the target and fire accurately with no real effort.

He sidesteps to Evie’s left carefully, moving with measured caution to get a better angle. 

[color=a70000]”I’d do as the lady says,”[/color] he warns calmly. [color=a70000]”We got enough problems as is. Not willing to put up with further shenanigans today.”[/color] That’s the truth… There was already one unnecessary dead body here. He’d rather not make another.