Walker cared solely about preserving whatever agenda was put before him to set him patrolling. At least here, being bloodily mutilated is at least somewhat up to choice.

The reaction gets a moment's pause, and then that large shadow comes closer, and then, probably terrifyingly, an eye pops down around the table leg on a flesh-colored tendril.

"Sir?" The voice that accompanies it is quite young. He hasn't settled himself down in plain view yet, hoping not to crowd the man where he hides, but Shouji can tell an instinctive reaction when he sees it and that was some pretty immediate flight.