As Greg returned to the mortal world, away from his own wishes, he took note of the new distressed in the bar. Some metal armor guy, and still no Order members. The metal man evil as he was was felt with by none less than the faun he'd been about to talk to. Greg found that funny, here he was to have a pleasant chat with a deer and turns out she's got better things to do. Or at the very least feels compelled to help in dangerous situations.
Greg didn't much care for fighting unless he had to. Greg got tired so quickly, and his magic wasn't nearly as powerful as it would be without his human home. But at the same time leaving his host was not an option, they were together until Greg died.
The evil creature was dragged out side cueing Greg that it might be time to leave, which he did carefully.
Outside the women with the bag loomed close to the armor guy, dangerously close. She seemed like she didn't really get what he was about. Before he got around to letting her know maybe she aught to get going he lunged at her, oh well not his problem.
He skirted around them as though their actions where the most normal thing in the world, and set off back toward Greg's parents house. They'd want to make sure he had a nice day and how it was at the museum, parent things.