"He's here," he repeats, eyes scanning over the crowd. All of his eyes are open now and wide, which means he's pulling away from Sam's arm because he has eyes all the way down his spine under his shirt. "We have time- some time." He keeps moving, but it's not a run,

"We'll get out in time," he tells Coraline. "Obviously I can't stay here. But if Ambrose knows who Martin is, I can't risk leaving him here hostage." Because he'd walk right back into that noose for him. And he's trying, but he can't see if the High Mage knows or not. Looking back without turning, the blue eye on the back of his neck narrowed with dislike, he stares at the frozen Ambrose as they leave him behind.