[ That gentleness in Shaun's expression and voice gives him pause again. Luther knows what lies underneath it, now, and he's too helplessly aware of the fact that that's probably what he looks like when he talks about Allison, too. His whole face giving himself away.

But thankfully, there's a shift of subject. The last sentence leads to an enthusiastic nod from Luther, the wave of a hand, and the sympathetic outburst of a tactician who's been subtly discomfited by their surroundings too: ]

Right?? No walls. Wide-open sightlines, but the lake's blocking off most of the angles of retreat. It'd be fine if we could fly and get above it, but, well. We can't. I stepped indoors and it's not great there, either. The stairwells are too big to actually funnel any possible attackers. Too decorative.