Downstairs the door opens and in walks a six year old girl with a weird animal.
"Yeah," says the ex-drunk who stuck around, "was going on about how it's inhuman, oughta go to death with dignity."
"An' then be monstery shadows of their former selves dragged on forever, he said, very poem-like."
"Thank you."
He'll wait around a few more hours in case the arsonist comes up with anything to say.
"Yes, I know. I am grateful that you are ensuring he can't do that to some less protected building."
"Yeah - don't like opening my door but I suppose we're going to need more information about them before we do a summoning rollout in Hazel. Now?"
"Probably not, not unless they can get to 'well-acquainted' off secondhand interactions."
"I can ask everyone what else they need grabbed from Hazel while we have the door open, do a bunch of things at once."