Peter turned slowly, jumping nearly out of his skin. A barrage of Romani swears fell from his lips and instinctively retreated to slightly behind the taller man. "What is that?" The mostly see-through spectre stared at them before walking off through the wall. Peter said a blessing to the air after as if Nicolai could protect him here. "This place doesn't feel right. I don't think we're even in Hemlock Grove."
Ring. Ring. The phone on the nearby desk started to sound, echoing in the lobby. Looking at Roman, who his arms were partially around, he glanced back at the ringing phone. "Should we answer it?"