If Childermass isn't the first to arrive once the remaining supervisors have been called, then he will, at the very least, be the second. He's spent the past few hours either collecting up what's left of what is, supposedly, his own crew, small as it may be, or taking stock of who else remained, along with what around them might be useful. Overall, it's looking a bit grim, but there was one absence he couldn't confirm... or maybe just one he didn't want to confirm, not on his own.

There's any number of people he could corner and question, that's true, but by the time he's even considering that, he has somewhere to be. When Childermass does actually arrive, it's through even more shadows, the space he appears in empty one second and then occupied the next, no sound or warning to mark it.

He lingers in the shadow a moment, feeling out how much the constant moving from place to place has been dragging on him. He can tell how tired he is, though he'll make a point not to show it on his face when he finally does step out into the light, very obviously still wearing what he's been wearing all night so far — all that fancy clothing from the ball — and looking around for anyone else nearby.