He nods - it's not perfect, but almost anything is better than the middle of the street.

Once they get between the buildings, he produces a small leather pouch and draws a line (thinner than he'd prefer) across the entrance with fine white crystals. Should have just brought the whole box of Tilden's, he thinks, grimly, but he doesn't actually have a bag that let him carry an unlimited amount of equipment and salt is heavy.

"Right, so, this is going to get weirder before it gets more normal, sorry," he says.