[ He's been here long enough to know that the safest place is indoors. He's still not sure just what it is that's made the shambling wanderers so mindless, aggressive, and hungry, but he's learned enough. Enough that, when he sees a young woman rattling one of those locked-on-purpose doors, he has the feeling that she doesn't know what she could potentially be up against.

He heads down the hall toward her, a tall, dark and imposing sight in his black, silver-lined suit and cowl. He gives a short, sharp whistle to catch her attention, just one quick note. Should she look over, an equally sharp, curt shake of his head will follow it. ]