"Gimli?" He blinked, not getting the reference. But he didn't have time to think about it. He shot people at a distance, at one point pressing the button for Bianca's bayonet and stabbing the throat out of a demon. It disappeared into ash, and he was glad that it was just a small Rage demon, nothing he couldn't handle.
Soon the throng was either dust or bleeding at their feet, and Varric sighed theatrically before running hard at the window with his shoulder, head down. It crashed into a great many pieces, and belatedly he wished that he'd been wearing his jacket, not Lois. At least he lived somewhat nearby; he could patch up his cuts at home. He didn't bother removing the bigger chunks, knowing that he'd bleed more if he did. "Jump! I'll catch you!"