"Hey, careful! Don't just go rushing off like that you idiot!"
Well, at least she cares he thought to himself with the smallest of chuckles, eyes scanning the mayhem until they landed on what had to be the most terrifying thing he'd seen all morning. Carrion, charging straight for him, with the look of death incarnate in her eyes. Just get out the book, and give it back, just get out the book, and give it... no, no, no, no! Where's the fucking book?! He shot his hand into his sack, desperately moving it around to try and find the heavy tome, shuddering as he could not. "Come on, did I seriously drop that?!" He grumbled aloud, his fear obviously showing. He started looking around furiously, looking at every spot he'd gone to in his little escapade into the camp, trying to figure out where he'd dropped it.
His eyes then glanced back into the building, seeing the tome, and bringing hope back into his mind. He dove for it, just in case a swirly ball of fiery death came his way, scrambling across the floor for the book until it was in his arms. "Alright, alright, now I've just got to get it to her before she sets me on fire... I can do that, yeah... I think." Bringing himself to his feet, he shook whatever doubt was still in his mind, and hoped that she wouldn't hurt him too badly.