Seb slowly gets to his feet as the sounds of gunfire ceased, about to dust off his attire but caught himself when he realized how bloody his claws were. Scrambling about, he rakes them through the tall grasses to clean most of the blood off, oblivious to the blood on muzzle and clothing. Shaking his head to clear the fog from his mind, he looked about, seeing Irving drag the would-be actor into the confines of the RV along with the corpse of his own unfortunate victim.
Reluctantly, he dragged the body into the grass and flipped it over facedown so...nobody else would have to see that mess. Checking to make sure he still had his flask and snatching up his dagger, he entered the RV, hearing Irving finish his interrogation and caught him pulling out a nasty looking cleaver. He gently pressed his clawtips against his own skull, exasperated, and barked a question.
"What do you think you're doing?" he says, allowing a growl to punctuate his statement.