The doors opens with a bang and Gus whips around, shotgun cocked and hefted. What he sees is a woman -- which, right now, is all he cares about. Allegiances, loyalties, they don't matter here: all that matters is species.

He lowers the gun and hurries over to her. "Get in," he snaps, and moves to shut the door. "Did anything follow you?" As a quick afterthought, he holds out a hand to help her up.