Havelock looks up from where he is sitting in a shadowy corner of the room.

(It's a part of assassin training that never really leaves you - the tendency to gravitate towards the darkest place you can find, and lurk.)

He has found the time to have a shower in the time the Puck has been asleep - one form of technology he is really and willing to fully embrace - but is fully clothed again, and has replaced the various sheathes full of knives about his person too.