Sigma's eyes flicked to the girl beside him as she reached for her key, visibly shaking. Slowly, he shook his head, finally opening his mouth to speak before she stopped and ran to the male that had entered soon after himself. Rolling the pale grey orbs, he turned his attention back to the attendant "A room, if you would be so kind" he purred, silently cursing the softness of his own voice before his mouth clamped shut.

A moment, later, he reached for the key, taking it lightly in his gauntleted hand before heading down the corridor, following the number on the fob and the doors to find his room, leaving Amelia and Kito behind, lost, once more, in his own thoughts. Coming to a stop outside his room, a dry chuckle left him, 19, his own lucky number shone down at him, he couldn't believe it had taken him this long to realise the humor in the situation. Shrugging, he walked inside, the black gloved hand thrust into his back pocket as he moved.