Who knows what to expect? Could be beasts, could be bandits, could be a monkey and monkey cultists, could be nothing.

[nods at clara and starts walking toward the front door. a little more briskly than usual, because he's sort of used to this shit but this is getting ridiculous, and crixus has managed to be even ruder than jack or dean, which is quite the feat.

stops a bit down the corridor and turns around to look at him.]

I don't actually need a guardian. I mean I can understand that the air force uniform and submachine gun mean nothing to you, but for crying out loud everyone on this planet thinks I'm some kind of helpless idiot. Except for Derek, who apparently thought I was about to shoot him in the back, and isn't it great that that's the closest anyone's come to treating me like I'm an actual adult.