John ceased bearing his teeth and hissing and waited until Zed was out of sight before he eyed the newcomers with an unreadable expression somewhere between amusement and caution, particularly the girl that inquired about a wheelchair, '[i]instant prey.[/i] he mused mentally. He debated actually introducing himself to the group, however that would have to wait, his long forked tongue flickered out slowly, alerting him to the person who was hiding around a corner. John turned his head towards Vindle, then in a blur closed the distance between himself and the young man and staring him coldly in the eye, "You shouldn't be peering around corners like that." he said in a surprisingly smooth and subdued tone, "One might come to the wrong conclusion as to the nature of your intent...".