[ Senses dampened as well, Derek hears the footsteps of someone stop at the adjacent door. A neighbor. Gun (not loaded), in his hand, he brings it to his side, trying to concentrate on his dulled senses. The door opens - that he hears because his is opened. Actions are muffled. There might be the springs of his neighbor's bed. A few more seconds pass and he relaxes, making the decision to meet his illustrious neighbor.
He jumps at the shout, moving quickly from his room to the doorway of the next, gun at the ready. ] Are you - [ His gun up, he freezes -- hoping this isn't another Thomas. ]
Scott? [ It's bad manners to point a gun at someone - especially at his alpha. But his gun does remain at his side.
Please let this be Scott McCall and not another look-a-like. At least that would make some semblance of sense. ]
FIRST FLOOR (ROOMS 116 - 117)
He jumps at the shout, moving quickly from his room to the doorway of the next, gun at the ready. ] Are you - [ His gun up, he freezes -- hoping this isn't another Thomas. ]
Scott? [ It's bad manners to point a gun at someone - especially at his alpha. But his gun does remain at his side.
Please let this be Scott McCall and not another look-a-like. At least that would make some semblance of sense. ]