Scott had gotten the warning, and while dodging the lawn gnomes of zappy doom, (yeah, not really lawn gnomes) he picked up Allison's scent. She... was out here in this mess?

His momentary laps of concentration nearly got him tazed by one of the turret's electric rounds. He'd just barely missed it, but instead of worrying about it, he took off to follow the scent. He was a good little bloodhound. Dodging turrets and various other mobile defences, he caught sight of her.

"Allison!" He yelped, hoping to get her attention. One of the turrets opened up and locked onto her. In his panic, he intercepted her just as the tranq dart was fired. He took it in the arm for her, realising after the fact that it wasn't an actual bullet. "Oh..." He muttered and pulled it out. His healing factor would take care of the drug he could only hope.