Francis flinches a little, just a little, at the thunder of the gunshot, but he doesn't look away as the beast jerks and falls still, dark blood pooling in the street. For a moment, he just stands there, and then remembers that he's still holding the stone and lets it fall to the ground with a clatter.

"You look pale." It's all he can think to say. "Should we find our way inside, before anything worse can happen?"