Infectious! That was the word, wasn't it? Galina Demidova's simple cheer and energy was infectious. Such so that Takahiro found himself eagerly limping over to run his own hand along the columns of the hall, moving easily to the tune of her words before he even realized the opportunity she was providing.

He could pick any door, really. Perhaps leave her in one room somewhere down the hall, but found himself mentally shaking the idea from his mind. There was no reason for something like that, not here, not now. He could still find an opportunity to get what he came for [i]and[/i] ensure Galina was left none the wiser, no reason to give up now. Worst-case, he could take the opportunity to scout the final destination, then return sometime later in the night. The celebrations below were still winding on, there was still time.

Time to enjoy Galina's infectious mood, certainly.

"Any door? Yes, let's go see." His smile was wide and gleaming, mirth hiding behind his words as he moved cautiously after Galina before him. She still held his glass, and he didn't go to retrieve it quite yet, finding a free hand better suited for the job before him.

Takahiro made a show out of choosing the perfect door. Moving from one to the other down the hall, he tapped them lightly, listened to the wood grain, or peered with scrutiny at the cracks in their frames. He denied one after another with exaggerated motions, balancing precariously on his good leg with a playful wink to his partner nearby. There was no reason to rush, and she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself so far. It seemed only right he give her more reason to have some fun, before he found the perfect- "Oah!"

He stumbled, cane slipping out from under in an attempt to send Takahiro crashing to the floor. His leg buckled, but a doorknob saved him, offering nearby leverage for his free hand to latch upon in desperation, saving him halfway down.

"Aheh-" Rising slowly, Takahiro turned to face Galina with nervous laughter, brushing unseen dust from his suit cautiously as he steadied himself once more. Brown eyes fell appreciatively upon the doorknob that had saved him, belonging to the fourth door on the right of the hall from where they entered. It seemed a good door, kind and selfless to aid a clumsy foreigner, the perfect place to look for beauty.

"Shall we try, Missu Demidova?" With a gesture towards the door, he composed himself with a smile. "Here?"