He noticed the slight lack of balance on the leg, and angled his flashlight downward.
"Is that a bite?" He asked, suspicion rising, as he clicked the safety back off. Most people assumed that guns did little to vampires, and they were generally right. But it was Kevin's experience that a well-placed shot to the head tended to cripple most things, even if they might spit said bullet out a few minutes later and come back pissed off.
He heard the scuttle and the whimper, too, and in that moment, his brain faced a choice - deal with the immediate threat, or investigate the unknown. He hedged, moving slightly backward, toward the door, but while keeping the flashlight trained on the homeless-or-perhaps-not-quite man in front of him, angled his pistol so that it could easily swing in either direction.
The man's reaction, however, blind-sided him slightly.
"It's deputy, actually, and are you fuckin' kidding me?" He asked, incredulous, before he motioned with the sidearm. "Move to the corner and put your hands on the floor in front of you, right now, what the hell do you have going on here?"
Kevin hadn't been a traditional cop for a few years, and a beat cop for much longer than that, but the instincts never went away. The noise had introduced a new part to the equation - one that he thought might be overridingly mortal in this instance, given the vagueness of the summons from the Bureau. Human activities, particularly strong ones like rape or kidnap, had a tendency to overwhelm the Channel with the force of emotion involved. He didn't technically have any authority in the real world any more, but he sure as Hell could make a citizen's arrest. Given his background in the NYPD, the SDCC wouldn't question it too closely.
Although his superiors might, but that was something to deal with later.
"Move!" He reinforced, clocking back the hammer, before his head moved to the side, toward the noise. "Hello, is anyone there?"