He groaned. "Puns...Mornin', Babs." He stretched out wearily as Ptricia came downstairs and he shook his head. "Nah, I already had breakfast with Fiana." He followed her downstairs and blinked and stared around the room with awe, jaw slightly agape. "You have been busy." He sat down next to the model of the building and scrutinized it thoroughly, peering at the maps on the walls afterwards. "Well we're definitely well prepared, but if what Soren says is right, there's gonna be Purgers posted at as much as a mousehole. So it's gonna take some planning to find us a way in."