Now his gun comes out, his body turning on his heel and body completely tensed and ready to fire in his own home. It wouldn't be the first time that happened. But he didn't feel the instinct that kept him alive. There was no danger here. This whole thing reminded him of Porsche's fear of ghosts.

"I don't see any demonic shadows now, Riley." He holstered his weapon, turning around to look at the young man. "Has anyone offered you any food or drink on the way home?" He could be drugged, that much Kinn knew. He started walking towards Riley, hoping that the paranoia wouldn't start again.