[At the sight of the new intruder, Horatio the Octillery noodles around a little, hunkering down with wary eyes despite Albert's best attempts at prying him off.]

He suctioned himself to this patch of sidewalk about twenty minutes ago. I don't know what he's up to, besides making himself a damn pedestrian hazard.

[But he shrugs, withdrawing the lever and wiping his free hand on his coat.]

Doesn't matter. He'll let go when he gets cold or bored. How're you doing?