"Never in my wildest dreams would I be able to," Justine kept up with her.

"Hi Cyril," Mickey smiled as she approached. "I hope we didn't take too long."

Galvin found the elevator and pushed the two buttons like Mickey had.

"Thank you!" Mickey smiled. "How are you doing?" Mickey asked, figuring the stranger would open up when he wanted to, but she could at least ask.

Noctixmo looked back at her. His eyes seemed rather cold and withdrawn. He shrugged keeping his arms folded, "I'm good."

Justine watched their other acquaintance and Mickey quietly.

Noctixmo looked down briefly, "Working together." He muttered, "I never said I'd be part of this."

Cyril gave a look of doubt towards Noctixmo and raised his hand as if to say something before seeming to hesitate. He smiled slightly and shook his head, looking to the lobby and checking for Galvin.

"How do you plan on leaving then?" Mickey asked curiously. "This is no place like any of our homes from what I gather."

"I dunno." His eyes darted to the corner, though he continued to look ahead, "But I'm not interested in fighting."

Mickey turned as the elevator dinged, and her eyes widened. Oh Lordy what had he purchased. "Galvin. What...an interesting outfit."

Noctixmo glanced at Galvin's... Eccentric outfit before looking to Cyril for direction. Cyril opened his mouth to speak, "U-uh, erm..." He stopped and recollected his thoughts as he inspected Galvin, "Excellent, w-we're all here. This way!" He beckoned, heading off in the direction of the palace.

Justine shrugged and followed Galvin, deciding to not comment on his odd attire.