The response he gets is enough for mild alarm, the kind meant as concern for a battlefield companion rather than anything close to panic and alarm that serves as a warning about changing tactics. Claude spares as much of a glance as he can in the other's direction after firing yet another shot, then nimbly weaves around the shambling masses from where he's posted himself to get closer to his patrol partner.

"Not terrible, but I'm used to being on frontlines," he answers when he's closer, and now in between arrows Claude's scanning for somewhere to move to. If it could be slightly elevated that'd be ideal, though there's no balconies or even terraces for them to fall back towards that he can see. This open area - convenient as it is to avoid striking anything they shouldn't - is working against them.

From there it's an easy slip back into a commander's role, mind working through what tactics they could enact without too much planning. What he wouldn't give for a wyvern though he'd settle for a horse at this point for the ability to maneuver with more speed, and neither of those are available now.

"Here," he says after spotting the storefront of a merchant he knows and who still has heavy tables set out front ready to be tipped over as a makeshift barricade, and he gestures to it with one hand. "If we regroup behind that, it'll put some needed distance between us and them and a better view of the situation than being in the middle of it."