Morito barely had time to comprehend what it was Saber was saying before he was suddenly grabbed up against her and whisked out of the bar at inhuman speed. A surprised cry of 'waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!' while they sped towards the hotel was in fact about all he was able to manage as everything flew by in a blur partially blocked by the knight. His mind at least was processing these events well, far more capably than someone of his apparent age could do.

It didn't matter overmuch that he was being removed from the bar. He had meant to gather information there, but the presence of others in the group now meant that was a failure and that...frankly disturbing clown was probably a danger to his cover. Morito doubted he would be able to keep up his act in front of a man who seemed to radiate such obvious evil and sadism, so being removed from his presence temporarily was probably for the best. More importantly the situation had clearly changed radically and, if Saber forcibly moving him were any indication, potentially dangerously.

Thus, when he found himself suddenly dropped off back at the hotel he was not at all frustrated. From here he could re-group and plan his next move, get to know some of the other participants in the Viewer's little games and rest up for the challenges ahead. Saber's concern had at least saved him a long walk. He remembered to keep at the act of being a small, easily frightened child as he was dropped off while also trying his best to scout out the people in the hotel. 

The area around seemed to have that glasses-strategist, the needle-noggin'd guy and some newcomer girl with dark skin along with a lizardman and others besides. But before he could look much further a woman happened to walk right in. In keeping with his current naive child persona and the fact that she didn't seem overtly threatening, plus the fact that she seemed about as wary as a rabbit in a minefield, he approached her all smiles and said

"Hi! My name's Morito Hayama, what's yours?"