[ Drake nods, not really seeing it as a line in the current predicament but he might come back to it later. When William gets up he hesitates, loathe to leave the slug unattended, but the glass is probably heavy enough. He gets up, too, crossing to the kitchen to get a container to put it in. ]

We're under attack. I spotted at least three different types of creatures in the streets at a glance, but then I tried to wake you. Check the network while I trap this thing?