Dennis sighed as they made their way to the old theater. It wasn't a matter of question, rather a matter of when and where. Whatever Roseia said they were gonna do, nine times of ten they were gonna do it. And here they were now in the theater. Late in the night. With no one else around. Lovely. Dennis sat in one of the chairs in the audience, leaving Roseia alone to do her thing. Leaning back once more, he crossed his arms and shut his eyes to try and get some sleep. Of course, it'd be a long time when that would finally happen.

His left hand brushed the one weapon on him and really their only protection; a simple revolver. Low on firepower, yes, but they were only detectives. Nothing big. Even though the existence of actual ghosts seemed a bit of a stretch, he wanted to be safe. Just in case. At Roseia's question about the trap doors, Dennis have her a small shrug.

"Dunno. Maybe cause they know you were gonna mark all over their property?" Charming.

When the night guard appeared to scold them, Dennis sighed once more before getting up and walking over to his partner. After Roseia had basically finished chewing the guard out, he turned to her. "You really know how to piss people off, huh? Whatever. He said something about the manager missing, right?" He looked around the dusty place in thought.

"How long do you think he's bee-"

A long bang from deeper within the theater interrupted his words, and Dennis' hands flew straight for the gun. He didn't arm himself just yet though, instead glancing at Roseia, waiting for orders.