Cafas blinked, smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "Uh, well I'm fairly confident it's in the adult's corridor, but I didn't actually look at the number. Come on, let's go find it." The metal manipulator dropped his hand back to his side ans spun on the ball of his foot, back toward the door.

The corridors were a little less crowded than usual, which likely would have been suspicious if he couldn't hear the telltale yelling of competitive gaming drifting from the lounge room. It sounded serious enough to be a new game too. Cafas would have to go take a peek into the room after he found Adder his room.

"So, unless I misjudged which drawer I went for you should be up here somewhere. The number will be on the key, keep an eye out. I mean, it'll be hard to miss honestly, but you'd be surprised how often it happens."

Adder slunk after Cafas, keeping an eye on the other people in the room until he was completely out and then still listening to be sure no one followed. After that, though, he was too caught up with keeping track of every single person they passed.

Too many. Way too many. If he'd thought his skin was burning before he'd been wrong. It was definitely burning now. So out of place, so out of place, so out of place

Somewhere along the route, Adder ended up significantly closer to Cafas than he'd been before, though it wasn't a conscious action. Cafas was just less stressful than the rest. He was slightly familiar and had provided food, and was now providing other useful stuff.

Number on the key? Oh. He hadn't looked at it so much as felt it. He slipped a hand into his pocket on one of his partial turns to scan the hallway, automatically disguising the motion to hide the key's spot, brought the face of the key through his field of view, and tucked it into his palm. All nice and casual, nothing to draw attention and nothing to see even if anyone happened to be looking.

Was that it? The number shape matched the shape on his key. His key. His grip tightened on it a bit.