*Regulus eyes the insects, taking note as a stray bee flits off down the street - no one down here is really in any place to judge, but ever since he first got here it had been clear that trouble usually starts in Seven so, as without his wand from when he had been alive he is rather supremely ill-equipped at fighting back in the event of danger, he tries to stay away from trouble as much as possible*

We're not wandering, per se, sir. We're headed somewhere.