Bennet hadn't been quite sure what he had been looking at in the monitors. Claire and the boy had been focused and angry on an owl? But when the owl had taken shape into something else, Bennet had been running for the doors, his own weapon already in hand. He heard the gunshot, and felt his heart stop in his chest. Someone else was coming up behind him, and fast, but Bennet was still faster, and out the door.
He acknowledged the boy enough to know that he wasn't harmed, and then his path took him straight to Claire, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his arms. "Claire, what happened? What was it?"