At that, Lotte couldn't help but relax. How was it that someone who became Erik could see the sense in things? The fact that he understood it all was mindblowing. Her smile stayed on her face, even as she nodded, keeping eye-contact.
"Exactly. She should be good about it though-" If not, she could find somewhere else. No one on the 12th Floor was an option, but there should be someone, somewhere who could keep an Opera sing for the night. Lotte shrugged, carefree for a moment before asking. "What are you going to do now? I mean - not the moon but afterwards as well." Her lip was bit, more out of thought than worry and she added, "You're still going to be here, right?"