Michel looked up from where he was sitting on a bench on the far side of the lobby, reading over some notes on a script he was pondering using.

"They will not run out of holy water or statuettes." He smiled as he stood. He walked towards Hans, pausing to open the box office door to put the script inside. He was taking the day off, despite the matinee - he trusted Jean-Gaspard to run things well enough without him. In fact, the man had seemed glad his boss was taking some time off for once.

He locked the box office back up and faced Hans.

"Let's go then," he said, gesturing towards the door. Michel double checked the doors, then headed to the right, trusting that Hans would follow.