He eyes her again, following the movement of the hand to her rifle, and notes the moment of deja vu that the sight of it triggers in him. He's growing used to them, as he's been roaming the house, looking for answers.

"Fair enough," he concedes with a shrug and a wave of one hand. It's not his business to police how the others feel about their master. His own conviction in the Keeper is enough for him.

He does snort again, though, turning away with a toss of his head. "Please. My time is more valuable than to waste it waiting around--" A pause, because what gives his time value but service to the Keeper, and how can he serve em when eir not present? But he bulls past it. "I've been keeping myself occupied, thank you."