[ there's a quick glance over his shoulder; it's all he needs. ] You mean other than the kid in a cape takin' up residence on my roof? [ floyd sniffs, staring back into scope of the rifle. the technology in his own enhances his field of vision, and as he speaks, he returns to scanning the border of the compound, slowly working his way to the details of what lies beyond. ] Not a goddamn thing.

[ he pauses, acknowledging the small cluster of heat signatures headed toward the gate, but the tension eases in his shoulders when he realizes it was the same group he'd seen exit an hour previous. ] Well—? [ he slides a pair of abandoned binoculars her way — just one of several more consolation prizes the old crew left behind. ] You're gonna linger, might as well make yourself useful.