"Because we don't have to play their game. We can work together and li--"

She may have lost interest, but the rat, dazed from its sudden impact with D
Dennett's face, has shaken it off, and has developed a considerable rat-sized grudge against the face that collided with it. Which is all the way up...there. So it takes the sensible route, up the loose trouser leg of Dennett's tuxedo.

Dennett is not happy. It's fair to say he's setting new records in freaking out as the rat clambers up his leg, swatting at his clothes and screaming.

He's clearly the manliest man here and a natural leader.