Honestly, checking on things in spooky places with weapons drawn is absolutely the right decision to make, even when the foe is a lone and terribly startled looking Gabumon. He'd made it all this way and now ... .. these two, and there's a moment of visible uncertainty before he straightens up to his full, not exactly big height.

From the ground is a quiet sigh. For a moment blue eyes slit open, but whatever is found doesn't seem to be worth watching.

"No! Absolutely not!" The striped digimon waves his arms, stepping firmly between the figure on the ground and the two newcomers, who clearly must be digimon. They even had similarish looks! And what would any digimon want with a tamer? "This one's mine! I found him, I'm keeping him! Go find your own! Shoo!"