Alan had given the knight a very long, annoyed look. But he kept his cool for now out of respect for Hella. It was her domain after all. Though he does follow the three women back into the room. Inside, Hella's over-sized mixed breed dog has indeed awoken, and is busily gnawing at one of the legs to her work desk. The massive, mahogany desk. With steel lining.<br/><br/>The Murderhobo growls as he's suddenly pinned to the wall, glaring at Joss.<br/>"Let me go, stupid girl, I am here for reason!"<br/>Her giant companion slowly trudges over to them, running his fingers through that bushy beard of his.<br/>"Some people pin ze butterflies, you pin ze hobos? Zhat is good."