[Scanlan would prefer to keep his distance from creepy old monochrome houses without the rest of his party, unless he felt it appropriate to wreck havoc as a triceratops again. So it was rather unusual that he felt compelled to go after the young girl he saw going in and not coming back out...perhaps the recent revelation that he was a father had awoken some latent paternal urge to protect the little ones...even if she was at least a head taller than him.

He caught a glance of her from the doorway, with a strange vague sort of look in her eyes. Mentally girding his loins, he stepped into the house and called out to her.]

Excuse me, young miss...I was wondering if I might be of some service? You seem troubled.