The slight sound caught Mort's ears almost instantly and he jerked his head around towards it, the beam of his light following the path before he really realized he was doing it. Luckily for Ezra's vision, the light was level with Mort's eyes so he could see and not angled up to hit anyone else's line of sight. As a result, the bright beam hit him in the chest instead of his face.
"Who's there?" Mort demanded, his fist tightening on the light as he raised the crowbar in a hopefully threatening stance. What a stupid damn time to have left his shotgun racked in the armory! Not wanting to waste the limited stock of shells he had left was no good damn reason for going out in the wild without it, for God's sake! "Come out," he called, keeping the door at his back. "I'd say I won't hurt you, but that seems like a pretty damn stupid thing to say these days."