"Whether or not he can, I can, and it's not a rat. I know what rats smell like. He smells human, at least. Not like that detective or the dog police." Lyall slows, pausing at a change in the light up ahead around a corner. The scent isn't strong enough that anyone is there... he thinks... but he's fairly sure there isn't anyone directly around that bend.

He leads the way around the corner slowly-- feeling remarkably at ease for all this, his only real nerves coming from the fear that they'll lose their prey-- which only shows a ladder out of the subway and an open porthole at the top. "It looks as if our quarry has gone above ground. Shall we?"

And up he goes, first, himself. It opens to an alley, right beside that unused shop, it seems like.