Defect was calming walking around, seeming quite bored. He was alone in where he was, but paused, having a feeling someone was following him; that being you.

He turned, eyes narrowed as he looked around him, seeming suspicious. He didn't know what was following him, but he knew something was. Or someone.

He let out a soft huff, hand moving to the pistol on his hip which he used for self-defense.

"Who's there?"

He called out, defensiveness increasing tenfold as he waited for something to happen.