Sharpe was walking through the streets, down the alleys to try to find if there were people who needed help. Most of those he had tried helping were natives; he hadn't met many Transports around, and he figured that most of them knew how call someone to help them to get to the Clinic or the hospital if they needed it. There was that communicator, after all.

His thoughts and concentration was suddenly broken by the sound of things clinking onto the floor. He could recognise the sound of someone looting easily enough. He dove for the corner of the walls, hiding himself as he crawled towards the noise.

When he saw the creature, he paused. He had gotten used to strange looks around here, but there was an air of menace around this thing that had Sharpe raising his rifle almost immediately.

Without even thinking about it, he aimed and shot at the thing.