Gore looked at Dionysia like she was a mad person, then looked back at his gun.
"Aww, Odd Damnit!"
He took his gun back to his eye and led off into the shadows. He was incredibly jittery, shaking all over and continuously squeaking to himself. He was about to set a pace, when a rumble of a nearby pipe made him squeal and discharge a few shots from his gun. The shots echoed down into the darkness, along with his squeal. Every time his squeal echoed, he winced and shrank into his shoulders. He inspected the pipe. It had very minor damage, with a tiny dripping leak of hot water and a dent in the panel.
"That's connected to the boiler right?" he shuddered, "Better not be too much damage there..." He pulled a cigar out of his hip pouch and lit it with a lighter from his other pouch. He inhaled deeply, and calmed a bit.
"C'mon guys, stick close, if I'm gettin' eaten by Paramites, I'm gonna make sure the whole lotta' you are too..." he said sarcastically, then chuckled to himself.
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