Rust takes ruminates that he is about to break into the perceived headquarters of an armed gang he pissed of some weeks off.
And he is doing it with perceived friends. Rust no longer questions the shock some have about his perceptions.
The truck is safely parked... Wait this is the Brim. Probably not. Rust watches dutifully. The most obvious concern is whether the Warehouse is occupied.
Further, how is the Gang moving? What will be their next move?
Rust reads nothing.
The Metal Lion is hidden and blind.
So instead he just hides and waits for his allies to show up. His Mask hardened against any possible Ensorcelled.