Re: The stairwell to the eighth floor, 12:03 AM.
Russell had followed the greenish girl for the entirety of the strange trip, getting even more worried when he watched the situation unfold between the supposed drunkard but really a doctor and the very very angry day-glo girl. Now he may currently be incapable of talking in any language other than Blackbeard and he would love nothing more than to have it cured, but was this guy really the best they could get right now?
The whole fairy tale crap seemed like a bunch of nonsense as well. It was at this point he decided that weird voice or no, he wanted to speak up. "Oy," he started, "Fairy tales? Ye be three sheets to the wind, mate."