Ba'al wandered about the top floors some, using enhanced strength to knock doors open when they were locked, so he could get into rooms. It was to collect supplies after all, and he brought them back to his selected domain. Nothing amazing, just some medical supplies, a bit of food, and such, but it never hurt to be prepared. Without nearby access to a Sarcophagus he had to be a bit more careful than usual, lest his host suffer a terminal injury in the course of these trials. 

Having stocked up on what he could, Ba'al picked up a bottle of nice champagne that had been left in one of the rooms and poured himself a glass. He took slow sips, savoring the flavor until it was drained, before pouring himself another glass. He was a System Lord after all, and the (former) ruler of a galactic empire, so he could afford some time to relax. Sleep wasn't as essential, so he would be ready as is for the trials ahead. And getting drunk was difficult too, which was nice.

But he couldn't rest forever. No, he needed to be planning, working to secure his victory. He needed to find allies and make links, spin webs of deceit and tricks that worked in his favor. So, champagne glass held in one hand and bottle in the other, he departed, heading back down to the ground floor via elevator, to see if the others were still there.

The elevator arrived with a 'ding', and he stepped out to see some still remaining in the lobby. There was no one there particularly, but he did see activity outside, and he went to see who was there, and learn more of the people he had seen from the roof with Mokou. Stepping outside, he was all sort of creatures, some humanoid, some not, some giving him angry looks, others more curious, and some just showing general indifference. He didn't care either way so long as they didn't bother him though. 

He found Saber, Vash, and some others were engaged in a conversation with some red skinned lizard type thing, that was also humanoid. Ba'al was intrigued and stepped over to join them, examining the new arrival with a careful eye. After all, while humans were common in the galaxy, humanoid life in itself, wasn't as much. It did have a passing familiarity to an Unas, but it didn't hold very well.

"Pardon me," he said as he joined the small grouping. "I was busy exploring upstairs. I don't suppose anyone is interested in some champagne? I find it's good for helping me relax. When one leads, it helps to have an appreciation of the finer things in life." He gestured with the champagne bottle, as if to back up his statement, liquid swirling in the glass he held in his other hand.