"Dieter?" Arms laden with towels, Pree nearly tumbled off the last step at the sight of his favorite blonde safecracker. He had ransacked a handful of linen closets, moving as quickly and as efficiently as he could do avoid a run-in with one of the furry monstrosities that appeared to be infesting the hotel, but all of thought of what he was meant to be doing fled his mind when he registered Dieter's harried appearance.
Something was wrong. Something was badly wrong.
These days, though, what wasn't?
"Sunshine, are you okay? Sill question, of course you're not..." Pree tucked his quarry under one arm and freed a hand with which he caught one of Dieter's. "It's alright. Or, well, not quite, but we're getting there. Getting organized. What happened? Oh, darling, your eyes..."