[Starter for @xaleera]
The trick was to look suitably unapproachable, whilst also looking like he was supposed to be there. Quincey had in the course of his travels, become fairly good at assuming an air of someone who knew what he was doing, and shouldn't be questioned. He was leaning slightly on the gate, arms crossed, with an attentive eye on everyone who passed by. But of course, such things only reached as far as they could, and though his usual state of dress was slightly more assimilated to the London sphere, he was most certainly still very noticable. A man like him was always a bit of a rare stight, which meant instant suspicions for some. So it had been Art who had gone ahead and gone with the locksmith to the door, a Lord is rarely questioned after all, and Quincey remained here to make sure no one else decided to visit the house in the meanwhile.
The professor had thought it highly unlikely that they should be at risk for the 'grand leech' to rear his head, whilst they were examining his properties. Nevertheless, small precautions had been taken, mainly in the form of equipping the whole squad with various deterrents; should it come to a sudden fight or ambush, a silver cross and a flask of holy water should allow them to get the hell out of dodge. That was the plan, at any rate, and though he would have preferred to, Quincey had been advised against taking the Winchester along. He had to settle for his knives, as they were a bit more conspicouos. He had not been entirely keen on having Art go in practically alone, and though he did see the reason in splitting up for these moments, there was still a nagging feeling. But then again, the two of them had been in far more perilous situations together, and Art was far from the headstrong and unskilled youth he had used to be.
Being a bit further out, he had not encountered many people at all so far, and most didn't do more than throw him a glance before proceeding. A couple questioned him on the house, but finding his answers satisfactory, carried on in their way. after all the coach seemed official and the mention of a Lord Godalming roused threads of recognition. A patroller of the streets shuffled by once or twice, made no problems either. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, shouldn't take long before they could move on to the next property.
