Reid had wandered away from the fortune telling booth and its captive a little shaken, especially with what had Bern said. He was, in all honestly, ready to get out of the carnival and find somewhere to hide until he was once again allowed to wake up on the jet or in the office or at home or - well, anywhere but here. However, in his hurry to get out, he managed to stumble into earshot of the crack of a gun.
His head snapped up, the gunshot immediately rousing him from his daydream. He immediately looked around for where the sound had come from, hand scrabbling at his naked hip automatically for a while before he realized his sidearm wasn't there anymore.
He gingerly approached, rounding a corner to find a stage set up with a man sprawled out on it, a carnival worker with a gun stood over him. Reid instantly recognized the man on the floor. He aimed the gun, and Reid instinctually burst forward past the people who had gathered, reaching one hand out.