Freidrich, unable to see and finding the lampshade to be increasingly uncomfortable, finally took the lampshade off his head, dropping it in frustration that his disguise had been utterly ineffective. Keesling and Bellatrix, a bit more satisfied with their hiding places, stayed put (albiet with frustration on Bellatrix's part when Freidrich scrambled to join her behind the couch).

All three of them perked when the braided blond metioned going to his room to do...something secretive. They readied themselves to sprint after him should he and his new compatriot make any sudden exits from the lobby.