*sneaks*
[ after his seventh sweep of the ballroom itself, someone decided it would be a good idea to patrol the dome as well. he shouldn't really be particularly drawn to the pet cafe, since it's well-guarded, but -- well...
he does still like animals, in spite of everything.
have a dark shadow cast over your giggling, ladies; he doesn't mean to, he's just standing at the right angle between you and your light source. it's an instinct or something. ]