Gabrielle's priority was to find Bella. Everything else was secondary at this point. She noted that Durand didn't attempt to argue with her, and actually offered constructive suggestions. She had no time to bicker with him, regardless of how delightful it would be under other circumstances, to which she hoped to get to at a latter point. She moved into the hallway until she saw the footprints on the floor, frowning.

She nodded at Durand. "Allons-y." She caught how he called Bella her sister, noting how attentive he had been at what had transpired in their exchange. It was a solid quality to have. He seemed to know what the heck he was doing, and she could appreciate that, even she he was a pain in the ass most of the times he opened his mouth.

She took some careful but steady steps down the stairs, knowing it might look as if she was crazy to go first, since he was the one with a pistol - whose security she had seem him disarm; but given who and what she was, she was not scared of what might threaten in the confines of the house.

She would find Bella.