And now the present doesn't seem like such an important obstacle. There's something clattering at the window, something with fur and claws and is definitely not sized down like everyone else.

And that expression is - angry.

"What, that - you know who that -?" Daniel halts, frustrated. Yes, obviously Riku knows who that is - someone named Zephyr, apparently, which unearths a whole slew of questions. First order of business, however: the window. He pinches at the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses as he considers, gnawing at his lip with increased fervor. "I mean, it's possible. We'd have to get up there first." Which presents its own set of problems. "But, uh," and Daniel takes another look at those claws, how obviously furious those eyes look, and wets his lips nervously, "are you sure we want to?"