The man takes a single cautious step up, and arches his neck further. "What, that? Those are not like the fangs on the trids," he says harshly, but the shotgun dips low, and he does not immediately place it back on target. "Intruder, I do not know what you think that proves, but . . ." his words trail off.
As Achak looks around him for the man's companion, he sees a slight glint in his thermo at the west end of the hallway. It seems a man has post up there, mostly behind cover, though he's holding his position, and more importantly his fire.