There's a spider (or something very much like a spider, at least) spinning it's web in the corner of one of the windows outside the Valhalla Inn. While he waits for the blond haired man to arrive, Shrieky's slid down the wall of the Inn, and is crouched in front of the spider, watching it weave away to it's hearts content.

He's feeling quite relaxed about this meeting, if he's honest. The conversation they'd had over the CiD had been one of the least stressful since he'd arrived. There had been stories, and smiling, and they hadn't had to exchange names, so that whole awkward situation had been avoided neatly.

Every few minutes, he glances up from the spider and searches the street for sight of the person he's supposed to be meeting there, before turning his attention back down again.