Re: Hotel: Trapping Micah
His expression was impassive as Sam bolted, stumbling down the steps with that scarf trailing after her. Moments later, he saw another figure following her, one he didn't recognize straight off, but the brief look that he had was something he filed away to keep an eye out for later. No, his attention was drawn towards the look he could feel boring into him, red hot and angry. As Neil came closer, actually reaching into his jacket for what Micah assumed was some sort of firearm, Micah turned, settling him with a look that was as cold as Neil's was hot with anger.
"Don't speak of my mother that way," Micah said before he gave his back to the other man, turning with as much haste as he could muster to head back down the hallway he had emerged from to see Sam. His gait was uneven, the cane making it difficult to gather speed, but he did the best he could to rush, right past the door he had come out of moments prior, intending on another to escape. Injury was not something he desired - ever - and if the other man was reaching for a gun, then he had every desire for a quick exit.