Its gaze swings to him and locks there. The hound gives no sign of comprehension other than a low growl, and takes a step toward them.

Meg is tugging frantically at his arm. "I can't run anyway, but I'm not leaving you here with that thing -- please!"

She flicks a sharp warning glance over his shoulder at the hovering henchman.

This could all go bad quickly if Wells causes a scene. They're ready to move fast, in public or not, but it'd be better to not have to take the risk.