Lucius is the man left standing when it comes to eyeing off Tadhg and the situation in general, which is ludicrous considering he is the middle-aged long-haired Wizard, clutching a magic wand, with fog wisping around the hems of his cloak. But it doesn't last for long, anyway, turning his attention around at Erik to see how he is progressing, before glancing back to Tadhg, then down at the mess that was the attacking monster.

It oozes, but has otherwise nothing to say on the matter.

Let's all just crack on, then.

"Quite," he says, moving once more towards the train car he had been perusing before the structure had been compromised. "Whatever it suits you to take. The carriage boasts some partially eaten remains," and hasn't that mystery been solved, "but never mind them." A glance to the fairy and the gore that stains his clothing and weaponry follows a raise of an eyebrow. "Not that I think you will."

He levers himself back inside without another word. Through the fog, the sun moves on imperceptibly.