Nigel picked the key up along with the comb, using the dirty appliance to fix his hair a bit. Appearance was everything when it came to first impressions and Nigel had a feeling tonight would be full of first impressions. Pocketing the comb, Nigel turned to Victor and approached with the key in hand. 

"I'll let you hold onto this. It would be in better hands with a gent whom is more versed with the situation at hand. I'm still getting my bearings here, truth be told." Nigel said, handing the key off then turning back to the cabinet. This odd situation required a clearer head, one that Nigel believed he did not possess at the moment. Once back at the cabinet Nigel crouched down, extending his hand but pausing for a moment in contemplation. After a moment he made up his mind and attempted to give the clapping Messenger a pat on the head. Regardless of the Messenger's response Nigel would move on and crack open the cabinet and take a look inside.

"So what's at this Cathedral Ward? Who exactly is briefing us?" Nigel asked without making eye contact as he searched the cabinet.