The scientist looks up sharply at the out of place sound and then back at Katurian, where his eyes catch the movement at the Cornucopia behind the man. They're the movements of a wounded animal.

"Good." He says with a grin, as if Katurian were a dog to be praised. He doesn't recognize Eliot yet, between the distance and the parka obscuring the man's face. But a kill's a kill for him. Revenge is just icing on the cake.

Harpoon in a solid grip, he moves past Katurian and back towards the Cornucopia, like a shark that's been attracted to the scent of blood.