Olivia & Tommy - kitchen & beyond
Man, show up for a little free booze and this is what happened! Tommy hadn't spent much time in his hotel room, instead choosing to impose upon Loki as soon as it was possible to do so - hey, the guy liked his company even if he wouldn't admit it - and so coming back to the Sleepy Hollow wasn't meant to be an all-day thing. Or even longer than two minutes. And yet...
He flashed around the kitchen in an indiscernible blur, pretty certain he saw another person running in. Playing the hero, yeah, he sometimes sucked at that - but ever since Isaac had died in the woods, Tommy felt guilty even if he knew it had been beyond his control. Try telling the guilt that though, damn.
"This way," he said, hand whipping up to catch - with superhuman reflexes - the heavy sauce pot that had been whipped at the back of his head. "The center island...there's a cabinet there, it looked like it led somewhere." A basement or a wine cellar, or something, maybe a tunnel maze - but anywhere was better than here, with the disgruntled ghost chefs.
Oh, right manners. "Fuck this place. I'm Tommy, nice to meet you."