Havelock appears to be completely fine with this state of affairs.


Either that, or he thinks nothing of it - instead, he leans thoughtfully over the railing, to survey the grounds below. Although the creatures appear docile for the moment, there are still a lot of them. Too many to go down without a clear aim. He turns around after a moment, leaning back of his elbows to look up at the wall above, trying to see how tricky the way up would be to another window, or the roof.