Her words cause him to stiffen somewhat, though why isn't exactly clear. He's pissed off... a lot of people. Or not-quite-people. Things. Things with long memories. Things that would rather see him dead - or, cruelly, undead - then living long enough to end another of their immortal non-lives. But he's got others, watching his back, and ready to shoot him in it if it comes to that.

"I'm not worried." He's not armed the systems in place just yet, but he's awake and able to run. Besides, he doesn't want some kid tripping the alarms. They don't call the police. They call other hunters, which is probably worse, and usually has a quicker response time.

However, the change in tone, the childishness poking through in her voice, is enough to make him grin and loosen up a bit. "I suppose you're right. What do you have in mind?"