Kevin let out a shaky breath as he brushed his hair out of his face. Y'know, its pretty easy to get used to killing nazis after a while. But, it still leaves his hands feeling a bit shaky having to kill at all. He takes a moment to blink, and swallow his nerves. There was no time for worrying, only time for freeing this village that had been under nazi control for who knows how long at this point. He stepped into the, seemingly abandoned, building that the nazi soldier had been standing in front of initially. Maybe it was just bad luck on that nazi's part, but, from what Kevin saw... there was nothing in there to take or defend. He almost turned and left right then and there, having found no reason to examine even further. Until he heard what sounded like a wince. And he immediately turned back, looking around the room for a moment. Could there be a nazi hiding in here? Maybe hundred? ... Or something else? With his quick wits, he began to look around the room. Examining every nook and cranny... Until he had pulled back some plywood, and would find someone hiding there. They couldn't be a soldier, they had none of the components of the uniform. In fact... it seemed this person was dressed in some of the same clothes as the local villagers. So, they weren't an enemy or an ally. But, in a way, a victim of the circumstances. "... Oh, sweet jesus." He would whisper in his Irish accent, quickly realizing the situation at hand, "Alright, c'mahn, c'mahn. No time for sitt'ng around look'ng scared..."