Someone was upstairs. In the study from the sound of it. Xigbar listened for a moment longer, trying to pick up on who or what exactly he was dealing with.

Whoever it was, they were trying to hide. Their reiatsu was heavily suppressed, and suppressed even further now they knew Xigbar was here.

Then there had been that little telltale metallic click. Some chucklehead was lurking about with a gun, and they weren't himself.

He readied his own guns before he stepped out into the hall, aware that he could be shot at or worse any time now, and might have to beat a hasty retreat into one of the rooms. He slipped carefully towards the dining room first, not wanting to walk right past it and leave himself open to being shot in the back.

What was that reiatsu he could feel? It was familiar, and yet not one he ran into a lot. Certainly not someone from the Order.

Realisation was like a lightbulb being turned on. Now what the hell was he doing here?

"I wouldn't think this was your kinda digs," he called, "not enough garden, right? Marluxia?"