He had spent too long in the waterfront chasing that slip of paper Chrysalis wanted, far, far too long. Between fighting… whatever his name was, going from door to door, raiding each of the little bolt holes filled with weird magical paraphernalia and scripts, and then trying to find his way out of the waterfront undetected, hours had passed. Even with the unicorn blood making him unnaturally silent in all his movements, and his changeling sense allowing him to feel where people were long before he fell into their line of sight, he couldn't cross.