[i] “No help at all then, eh? That’s a shame. Liaison really should hire more competent workers, you don’t even know your way around your workplace. What kind of waitress are you?” [/i] 

Sighing, he turned and walk back out of the room – trying to figure out the way back. He walked for what seemed like an eternity, hours wasted and time spent taking curves and corners. The complex model he built in his head of The Lobby showed him everything he needed to know, eventually he managed to find his way back to the viewing room; where he immediately went to find a seat next to the most pompous looking asshole in the area. He lifted his hand, and when the waitress came over he asked for a bottle of beer, which was delivered quite promptly. 

[i] “At least the waitresses here know what they’re do…oh…she might not have been a waitress. She could have been [b]entertainment[/b] for the actual combatants!”[/i] 

That sounded righter than her being a waitress, and it made for a good explanation for how she didn’t know her way around the join. She wasn’t a waitress…she was a prostitute. 

[i] “I wonder if they provide one of those at all these events…”[/i] he asked aloud, looking around and drinking his beer, quite pleased with himself.