Nigel's House
Nigel's eyes widen at the sight of the woman.
MOVE! He yells at the babysitter, before drawing a slim black pistol with a bulbous cylinder embeded in the top. He fires off a pair of syringes at the thing in the door, and if they connect a powerful numbing agent will spread throughout targeted areas, quickly shutting down muscles.
Y'know, if this thing has muscles.