Lester exhaled a soft sigh under his breath as Sloane walked away from him and the acromantula. He made a mental note of the clothes she was wearing — if she really wanted to avoid him he was going to have to be able to recognize her with a different face and hair — and skittered around to the other side of the enclosure, where the hallway would let out. (Fortunately for him, he'd been led around here by Sloane enough times to have a generally good sense of where things went.)

He waited at the end of the hallway with his hands in his pockets.