"Hmmnnnnhhh...." He's growing rather irritated about this- this isn't even a matter of safety, the order of exiting. But the longer they stand and bicker about it, the more likely the Queen is to turn on them both anyway. So finally, with a grimace, he turns toward the door and squirms his way through- flexibility allowing it with ease.

He has vines in his tail- still poking through the hole in bits- waiting however. Just in case someone actually needs to be pulled to safety.