"I don't think we should be too concerned. Seems like this is a theme party. How to host a murder, only taken to the next level. We should look for clues. Maybe look for a body." Phillip stares into his drink, realizing that this train of thought is not as encouraging as he had meant it to be. Fishing out an ice cube, he munches on it, thinking. "Or we wait. It's not a bad party, is it? There's food, we can probably find drinks if we look. There's a..." he takes a bite of sandwich, gesturing vaguely and speaking around his mouthful. "Minibar downstairs. We could put on some music. Have... a party."