Watson smiles thinly. "One cannot make bricks without clay, yes. I do know something of that. And I am here."

He watches the creatures for a moment, wordlessly. Part of him, some terrible, superstitious and traitorous fear that he's actually pretty displeased to discover he had, is unnerved by all of this, but he's intent on not showing it. He nods to Chris's suggestion. "Very well. I will follow your lead."