And in fairness, they weren't really expecting to find Galahad actually alive and sleeping on the other side of the door.

He did give a small moan of protest this time. He needed the rest badly and his body was objecting to not being allowed to get it. He buried his face further into the pillow and sighed slightly. His hand slid out, rubbing his face absently with the handgun.

Because of course he'd found another gun.