Loq stretched out her hand desperately for the wand her "hero" had managed to procure, teetering dangerously on the upturned milk crate. But she flinched and very nearly failed to grab the wand when she saw the state of the fellow's otherwise handsome face — it had whiskers growing on it! They protruded from his cheeks in a most horrifying manner.

But her wand had been returned safely to her hand, and she was so relieved that she failed to thank him. A path over the rats, he suggested... "actually, I've every intention of apparating straight out of here", she declared honestly, and would've done so immediately if it weren't for one issue. "Are you... are you going to be okay?" She couldn't leave a squib out here to fend for himself... especially as he was beginning to sprout ratty features that could leave him in danger of vanishing into the writhing, squeaking masses...