Henry snorted as he pushed himself up out of his chair, "You know me, I haven't got anything better to do basically ever. Besides, your normal room might be booby trapped. And by 'might be' I mean 'totally is', I just want to see if you figure them all out."
Petit, for her part, wasn't freaking out, not really, but she wasn't not-freaking out either, she was cleaning, which meant that she'd given up on killing Artan, at least for the time being.