Tarn's fuel pump flips and his entire body jerks as a rock ricochets off of a lamp post next to him. That was most certainly not rubble settling. His optics frantically scan the street around him, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

Deciding to play it safe, Tarn goes completely still for a few minutes, listening for any signs of life nearby. He considers, perhaps, taking some time to lay low in one of these abandoned store fronts, but quickly brushes the thought off. The last thing he wants to do is corner himself in unknown territory.