Capello's blue eyes watched Kimiko stomp out of the room, his face betraying no emotion outside of it's usual smirk.

"That's a good point Hime-chan."

In the entry way, Victor gave a nod and a smile to the bartender, stepping out of Kimiko's way. He had seen the girl around, she was mostly absorbed in her own thoughts or seeming to be fuming about something the fox said or did. He focused back on the soaked man.

"Thomas then."

The girl in the oversized sweater that had walked in suddenly blitzed past as Victor raised a hand to say hello. Thomas seemed somewhat perturbed by this, but moved on, giving the boy a clap on the shoulder and offering a drink. The Jabberwocky smiled politely, deciding against telling the man that alcohol caused...odd...behavior with him. He decided instead to head a bit more into the lobby, taking up a position behind the sofa as he watched the proceedings, hands loosely behind his back. His violet eyes fell on Capello, who merely grinned at the boy. Victor gave a sigh, pushing his glasses up with one hand.

"Mister Campana, I thi-"

The liar's hands straightened the boy's collar, this Capello sporting a shoddy wrapping of gauze on one arm, revealing it to be the real fox.

"Just Capello, Doc."

Victor gave a yelp at the sudden appearance, leaping forward and nearly tripping over the couch, his cheeks turning brilliant tomato red as he turned to scold at Capello...who was gone again, the original illusion chuckling. The fox focused on Joseph.

"Generally, the way it works is that our tenants choose a bodyguard they feel they can trust, and the bodyguard agrees to protect them. It isn't as easy as just making a choice. The tenant is trusting someone with their life, and the bodyguard is agreeing to give up their life if necessary. Neither is an easy thing to ask of someone you barely know."

Capello gave a shrug. Victor was rapidly trying to smooth his coat and hair, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks as he straightened his glasses and hurriedly walked out of the room, heading up the stairs to try and hide his embarrassment. The fox continued.

"However, at this point, I don't think it'd be wise for any of the tenants to leave without one of us accompanying them. And I highly encourage everyone to start seriously thinking about their partners. We don't need to make any rash decisions, but this situation has given us a curve ball to deal with."

The fox chewed on a cinnamon stick, folding his arms as he sat down on the couch next to Marie. So many new tenants. So many new bodyguards. Too many new faces, too many variables. He trusted the Landlord's judgement, probably the only thing he trusted in this world really, but still. It was hard to emphasize caution and still expect the tenants to have a chance at a normal life. Partnerships couldn't be forced onto others, it was something that had to feel right. He had several tenants under his protection, and it always felt...weird. They weren't comfortable around him, which was only natural, given his nature. But worse, he didn't feel comfortable around them. He would watch them, observe them. Protect them, he had never faltered in his duty. But when he looked at them, he didn't see a precious life to protect. It was just...something to do. That tended to make his contracts very...awkward.

Victor, finally regaining his cool, adjusted his cuffs, giving a sigh. The liar was the sultan of surprises, the Jabberwocky had learned that mere minutes from entering the Terrace. Victor's jumpy nature and habit of burning a brilliant red when shocked had made him a high priority target it seemed. He cleared his throat, took a few steps down the hall, and immediately jammed his hip on an end table, causing his hand to slam onto the door of 5B as he crumpled in pain.

"For crying out loud...."