[Right. He doesn't like Wangji's answer, but it's the one he expected anyway. With a nod, he moves to stay near the bedroom door, and opens it enough to see out into the hallway, just in case.
Now, he's under no illusions that spirits or whatever these things are can be hurt by physical bullets, but he checks his pistol over anyway, making sure it's ready. If something more solid comes their way, at least he can handle that.
Meanwhile, he keeps a metaphorical ear on the conversation in his head, but offers no input. He'll let Clayton describe what he's finding as he has time to explore.]
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Now, he's under no illusions that spirits or whatever these things are can be hurt by physical bullets, but he checks his pistol over anyway, making sure it's ready. If something more solid comes their way, at least he can handle that.
Meanwhile, he keeps a metaphorical ear on the conversation in his head, but offers no input. He'll let Clayton describe what he's finding as he has time to explore.]