Daunte follows behind John, as now there's only one light between the two of them. When they get to the store, he helps himself to another flashlight, then heads towards the camping section. If the store stocks outdoor supplies, maybe they have first aid kits in here as well? Daunte keeps an eye out regardless.
"This is crazy," he complains angrily into the darkness, to no one in particular. Then the crisp crack of a gunshot pierces the air, and the young law student goes deathly still. He looks towards where the sound came from, but only darkness penetrated by his golden beam of light is revealed to him. "This is just going from bad to worse," he mutters. "Let's hope the ranger got his man. We have to get the tent back to the washroom."
But Daunte gives the store a visual once-over looking for anything he can use as a weapon; a baseball bat, kitchen knives, a can of mace, anything. He's not too thrilled about being pretty much a sitting duck in here while the fate of the Ranger is unknown.