His name called in a familiar voice breaks through the threat of animal panic clouding his mind, giving Waver something to orient him. He stumbles a little, bumped by the fleeing crowd, but now that he sees Ozymandias, he quickly reaches out in return-- this time without trying to use his claws, thankfully.

His big cloak is an impediment. He tries to gather it closer around his body so it doesn't keep getting snagged, but the whole point of it was to hide, and it's not doing much anymore. Not that anyone is really stopping in the street for an uncollared turnskin in the middle of everything else going on.

Waver tries to grab Ozymandias's wrist to keep from getting separated.

"What- what happened? We should get out of--"

An otherworldly wail from the booth behind them drowns him out. The merrow is trapped, abandoned by her owner and unable to leave the water without being shocked. If whoever set the blasts meant to help these Monsters escape, they've either gotten detained or haven't gotten here yet.