Tyr is already dropping his aim when Harper ducks back around the corner. He has to remind himself that this crew he stands beside cannot see as sharply as he does, and with the possible exception of Beka, cannot react as quickly either. Still rather than assure Harper of his safety, Tyr merely moves up to the corner, settling a bracing arm on the wall to lean around the side. His gun now hanging from the shoulder strap, mostly against his hip.

"I trust there is a reason you are here, other than to run and hide at first sight of trouble." His attention doesn't remain solely on Harper, as it is, drifting down the halls to be sure nothing is coming.