"You're enjoying this too much," she tells him pointedly, though she trusts him to watch her back while she gathers Anderson and Bat up in her arms and holds the two frightened felines close to her chest.

But where is the best way out? It isn't obvious, even from here, but with Rook's presence keeping her shielded she casts her eyes around and they fall, after a moment, on something that looks like an exit.

Poison shuffles the cats into one arm (that one of them has eight octopus legs instead of four sets of claws makes his far easier) and grabs Rook by the hand, giving a sharp tug on his arm.

"There, that way. Let's go."