Geron considers the situation. But a cure's easy enough to provide for a follower of the Dark Prince.

He gestures to his entourage.

"He (Geron hasn't bothered to remember the victim's name) now has the chance to atone for his weakness and bring glory to Slaanesh."

Geron shoves the points of his gloves into Staffanic's side. They're not proper weapons, but they do hurt.

"Inflict whatever agonies on him that are necessary to keep him active. If he dies then it will be a sacrament of pain offered to the Lord of Excess, not another wasted corpse for the Rot God."

Not that Geron is particularly bothered if the wretch lives or dies. He failed, he should consider himself blessed that his Lord cares enough not to just leave him there to waste away.

As for the question of how to proceed...Geron remembers breaking glass. The colors, the sound, the pain of shards cutting into his skin if he stands too close. Their course is decided.

"We can send a few blindfolded minions to smash the screens as we move, that should lessen the amount of work you'd have to do."