It's just... god, one bite and it'd make the horde we got look like... like a summer picnic. With more horrible flesh eating death ants.

[Alright, so the metaphor had got away from him slightly. The point was, that many people in one place set him on edge. Weird, when he'd adored visiting London the few times he'd been.

He gives Simon a slightly sceptical look.]

I'm not much of a runner.