( Lack of foot traffic makes total sense considering the building's actually closed up tight; given the chaos in the world, a museum is hardly a high priority in terms of business. It's a deliberate choice — rather, it's something that occurred to him during his brainstorming session.

He's also not the only one to dress glow-consciously. Two layers would be absolute murder if they spent more than a few minutes outside, but he knows from experience how cold this place is about to be. They set the thermostat for way more body heat than they'll actually have.

Don't comment on the haircut, okay, he's still deciding whether or not he misses looking like Ian Christ. It was a Kyna recommendation. He doesn't leave much room for criticism anyway; for once, he's moving at less of an amble and more of an energetic buzz. )

Hey, man.

( Such a romantic greeting on a first date. Pure poetry. Are you woo'd yet? Maybe this'll help: )

Nice shirt. I'd hit on you but I'm actually, like, super excited to show you this right now so I'll circle back to that.

( One kind head-jerk in the general entranceway direction. )

Come on.

( For all his impatience, things start out... super underwhelming, actually. The lights are off in the lobby, and it takes some discreet matter bending to temporarily melt the lock so he can let them in. Inside is the absolutely least interesting front desk, bland in its tile and administrative paperwork, the whole place silent. He's wholly unbothered, and makes a b-line for what looks like a maintenance closet.

This is not actually a repeat of Tibet, just trust him man. )