"Clint Fawkes mutters a curse as the first sound of a gunshot rings out in what he thought was an abandoned parking lot. That is, until he notices you looking around, and he sighs as he ducks behind a concrete divider, reaching up to drag you down with him and clamping a hand over your mouth. He gives you a warning look, using his free hand to draw his own pistol."

“I’m going to need you to stay quiet, got it?”

"He murmurs into your ear lowly, giving you another pointed look before slowly releasing your mouth and peering over the divider as another gunshot rings out."