Driscoll took her arms and lead her off through the halls. "I game for anything so long as there isn't much of an audience," he replied. He tried not to seem lost but he chewed his lip as she counted off the door numbers to find the one prepared for them. Once there, how was he going to go about doing this...He still wasn't sure. Then he thought of it. It might mean some badmouthing of the Queen Keil, but he figured that was the price of information.<br/><br/>And there was the room. He opened the door for her to enter first. It was a lavish room, far better than the one he was given. He would let her make herself comfortable first. He only wished he had more details about what kind of undermining she was attempting.