Ba'al was...suitably impressed by the display of what he didn't know was called danmaku. It seemed that with every minute he was with Mokou and learning about her, the desirability of her and what others may be like her as a host grew. A pity he was fond of his body, for any System Lord would have killed to have such a one as her as a host. He almost wished Nirrti was here, so he could show her and laugh at her failures in comparison.

“Something like that,” he replied simply, leaving out the fact that they generally needed guns to do that, as well as leaving out the Asgard beam weapons or self targeting Ancient drone weapons. She didn't need to know of that.

Then she was gone, flying away down below to explore, investigate, what have you. He watched, as if he could do anything else, for a bit, before turning and departing the roof. He instead went back down investigate his new room, quickly finding the door and opening it with the key he had. 

It was nice, a suite with a large bed, a shower, a nice view of the eclectic city, and some other thins that were commonplace for the 1920's. He spent a bit of time looking around before departing again, to see what else he could find up here. Food would be good, weapons too, another change of clothes maybe. A Goa'uld was always resourceful, especially in matters of survival