He's looking straight on at the mountain lion in front of him when Caitlin comes up to him, listening to her advice and straightening up further, squaring his shoulders, clenching his jaw. He's not a small guy by any means, but he'll make himself even more imposing if needs be. He puts one foot forward, squelching in the sodden ground, making his pose more aggressive.

He feels perfectly calm. Heart beating fast, but solid, hands steady. This is a situation he's dealt with before; he's been trained for this. His whole life, as a matter of fact. He darts his eyes down to Caitlin, and what she's holding up at him. A branch, which make Adam raise his eyebrows, surprised. He holds his gun a little higher just for a second, showing it off.

"What about this?" Maybe she simply doesn't want to kill the beast. Not that Adam is big on killing animals himself, but if it's kill or be killed, he's not going to hesitate. His fingers slip on the rain-soaked gun, his eyes moving from the mountain lion back to Caitlin. "Or are we going the pacifist route, right now?"