Duo's able to see enough to be able to get a shot off, if he has to, and wonders what kind of weird dog Patamon might be, but for the moment he's more concerned with warding off anyone that might've followed them this way if they were being too loud and drew them in. And, as if his thought had drawn them in, Duo's pistol hand jerks, re-aims, and fires at a figure who had turned toward them. It hits in the shoulder, and the person hits the floor with a shout of pain, though Duo doesn't seem the least bit affected by the fact that he's just done that.

"See? Ya draw people in movin' around too much." He moves to check the clip of his pistol, for a moment, making sure of how many bullets he has in his clip and on his person.

"Let 'em get each other all they want, and then worry about how you're gettin' out."