Doloris blushed and gingerly rubbed the back of her head.<br/><br/>"Well, Mr. Rockefeller makes easy to afford," Doloris said with a coy smile, "There's a phone over there if you need anything. Give the front desk a call and if their not dealing with the onslaught of guests... heh, they'll probably help you out. See ya." Doloris strolled out of the room, her usual pessimism rooting itself back into her mood.<br/><br/>Frank Rockefeller swallowed up the sight of the large crate that was before him, a smile frozen on his face.<br/><br/>"You've made sure no visitors show up right Sumner?" he asked the neko.