[The hand-tipped trees were definitely worth a quirked eyebrow. He was a pragmatist at heart, always seeking the logical explanation, the truth, but this was beyond ridiculous to the man's scientific standard. Their movements definitely tipped him off, however.

He was being followed.

No matter. If whoever it was wanted to take their shot at him, they would learn sooner rather than later that guns didn't kill him as much as they simply made him angry. He kept his hand around the trigger of his weapon, searching his immediate surroundings, listening intently for the sound of footfalls. No way of knowing if it would be a person or a hostile he was dealing with, so it was better to keep to himself for now.]