Swamped

You wish you were more of a naturalist. You don't know that much about muckbeasts - you only incidentally picked up a few tidbits about them while reading up on sea creatures before the voyage. It would be nice to know if they have any natural predators. They're large, true, but a pack of greatrats could probably take a single one.

Wait. Do greatrats form packs, or are they more solitary? You're not sure, you aren't much of a naturalist.

But there's one thing you do know, and it's that most animals fear larger animals. And the muckbeast may be bulky, but it's short. Not to mention it doesn't really have any particular means to fight back. Perhaps if you act threatening enough, it will back away.

So you rush out towards it waving your arms and squawking. This is going to draw a lot of attention to you, and you doubt it will work, but you're desperate to get things at least marginally under control.

The beast seems startled, but remains resolutely in place.

Then another patient runs next to you and starts flapping her own arms and squawking just as wildly. The beast starts to retreat ever so slightly.

People notice. Before you know it, there's a whole crowd gathering near the door and acting like gigantic birds. The beast doesn't seem to know what to do, and backs out, shutting the door. You run over to the bell and hold it still.

"All right, the beast is gone," you say. "Everyone can calm down now."

"Except we don't know who the prankster is who let that thing get so close in the first place," someone interjects.

"Hey, why's he all dressed up, anyhow?" asks another. "You don't look like a doctor to me."

Ah. The hat, not to mention the fact that you look more dressed for going outdoors than most people here. Which probably makes you look a bit suspicious when someone's likely been messing around outside.

You should probably give them a good explanation before this gets out of hand.