Gavin got up. "Well uh... Do you mind if I room in here?" He asked. After he said this, however, he seemed to facepalm, indicating either an itch or disappointment. "Sure, if you want. Do whatever makes you happy," Sylvia responded, letting go of his hand and walking back out to the balcony. Upon noting that Takeshi was no longer on his balcony, without turning around Sylvia said to Gavin, "I'm going out for dinner, you're welcome to come if you want." With this, she turned around and still without looking at Gavin headed for the door. With her hand on the doorknob, Sylvia halted and looked over her shoulder for a moment, "I'm sorry about earlier," she said, and with this exited the room.

Upon stepping outside Sylvia turned to face the door and identified certain features. The number '357,' inscribed into a brass plate. A peephole. A doorknob. And finally a display saying Gavin McFrewin & S----- --oom. Several letters were blocked out by the name tag that Sylvia had pasted into the door earlier. Sylvia was about to leave when she looked up at the names and pondered for a moment. For only a moment, a keen observer would have noted an expression on her face that seemed to be both rage, and relief. With a closing sigh, Sylvia turned and headed down the flight of stairs that led to the lobby. Taking one last glance at the performance area, Sylvia opened the doors and left.

After passing several different restaurants designed to cater to different human cultures, Sylvia happened upon one that interested her. [i] Sabor[/i] was the name, and Sylvia chuckled when she noted how similar it was to the name Sabore. She entered, and seeing that many tables were either in use or dirty, sat at the bar. While waiting for service, Sylvia sent directions to the restaurant to Takeshi, Gavin, and Mira, with the note, "Party in the Spanish restaurant - Ignori's only." When a waiter finally did come around, Sylvia ordered, "Un gran vaso de amontillado," and waited for the group to arrive.