J narrowed his eyes at Marcel. He knew he was talking about Lydia but he was entirely convinced, as that didn’t seem her style. Nevertheless, what was it to him? He let go of the man with a slight push and said nothing more. Just pointed his hand back down the hallway where the blonde man had come, straight towards the bar that could be seen from the hallway’s opening, on the opposite side of the lobby. Once he was certain that Marcel took the hint and saw where he was supposed to go, J would disappear into the anger room, the door sliding shut behind him and locking so Marcel could not “accidentally” follow.