At the Window
Henrik is sitting at the window, watching the bustle of Fallen London's streets--observing the thieves making their way over the organic, nigh-chitinous roofs of the Bazaar; watching the petty dramas of window-shoppers and costermongers and urchins taking advantage of both. For this reason, and not because he is watching for it, he catches sight of Cassius's red hair as they depart the bookshop. Steeling himself, he rises from his chair and goes back down to the lower storey, schooling his expression to one of light pleasantry.