[Roll: 8: I get away quietly, drawing no attention.]

Being stealthy is hard with tracking animals and already being spotted. He'll need one hell of a distraction. He-

Lucien checks his pockets for the sticks of owl jerky he has on him, similar to what that ratter mongrel was snuffling. He crumbles them in his hands to meaty confetti, the tearing making them fragrant. It'd be silly to assume that just because the hunter is a cannibal their pets are too... but with owls, it's a sure bet.

He throws the peppery chaff over his cover, catching the owls attention as it hails down on the cannibal hunter. The owls track the meat as it flies, making the air heavy with a gamey smell, and scatters over their owner. 

The hunter is distracted. The owls are well-trained enough not to attack him, but they haven't figured out it's the jerky the owls are stalking towards now, not them. The distinction might not even matter, since they're covered in it. Lucien's the lesser threat, left ignored as the handler gets the owls back under control before getting eaten. The owls have lost Lucien's scent as they're sent snuffling towards their handler...

Lucien keeps low and quick for the elevator shaft, socked feet muffling his steps on the wrought iron rungs of the ladder he takes up the shaft.