Tensing at the sound of voices, Donnie ceases his staff spinning as he looks as well. "Uh-oh," he starts to say, throwing a quick glance around for nearest routes of escape, or at least somewhere to hide. Unfortunately they'd opted for the biggest open space in the middle of the old warehouse.

It isn't long at all before a few people enter the abandoned facility, the first of a group so far as can be told by the other voices still sounding from outside. There's no questioning what sort of fellows they might be for their particular style and the obvious air of superiority they carry about them. The ones who'd entered first abruptly cease their joking when they realize there's someone already present. Two someones...

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? You kids get lost lookin' for the playground?"