"Well, shit," he spits upon looking out the window.

Kaz dusts more insects off of his person as he takes another sweeping look around the room. His eyes light on that panther statue and he beelines for it, ears flattened tightly back to ward against the heightened wailing.

He easily hefts the statue in his arms, hustles it over to the window and heaves it out -- both to shatter the glass and to test out the boundaries of this potent illusion.