Silas was still too pained for words from the gunshot wound in his legs, as he leaned on his cane for support. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a grunt as he dove for whatever cover the crates in the warehouse would provide. As he hit the ground, his pocket watch fell out of his breast pocket. He quickly grabbed for it and clutched it tight in the hand that used to be holding his cane, though where his cane fell to as he sought cover was irrelevant given the current circumstances.