It was either completely alarming or not alarming at all, how used to situations like this Brandon was. He autopiloted, once the runners were out of the way, navigating the streets like a pro as he tried to find them a safe route back to the safehouse, and he was instantly thankful that they were almost there. She commented on keeping her guard up, and Brandon probably would have been more inclined to believe her if she hadn't just been thudded to her back by a leaper. But he didn't say as much. Everyone could be taken by surprise sometimes, and he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Good. Then c'mon," was all he said. Actions spoke louder than words, after all.
That wasn't the whole group? Brandon arched an eyebrow and looked around for others. "Wasn't the whole..." he muttered. "Where are the rest of them? I should go after them, just check and see if they're okay," he said. Once a cop, always a cop. His instincts were hard to suppress. And besides, as long as Regan was covering him from the roof, he was fairly certain he'd be all right. Leah would probably kick his ass later, but that was a whole different story.