[He looks far more worried about the scratch than the blood or the vampire face, repeating desperately to himself that it's from the raptor, not something else. He stares out wildly into the dark for one last long moment before slamming the door shut. Is he alright? Physically yes, but emotionally? Not even close. How can he be alright with Tyki out there ready to return at any moment?
He takes a few steps back and bumps into an apartment door. It's ajar, furnished but uninhabited looking. One more door he can get between himself and Tyki and he staggers inside. Only then does he try and answer that question because there really is only one answer to it.]