Dory barely had time to register the brush of their hands before the knife clattered to the ground. One second, Greengrass was touching him and the next Leo believed there to be something wrong with the non-Fisk. He tore his attention from Greengrass immediately, choosing to ignore the shock and, presumably, disgust the other man felt to instead focus on a way out of this hellish situation.

Moving quickly, Dory picked up the knife and walked back to the window. He crouched — once again grateful for the cover his bent position gave his too-tight trousers — and charmed the blade into a sharper version of itself. Then, without any further delay, Dory smashed the larger dark red pane with the handle and set about clearing any remaining shards.