The pile of Archibald's luggage stood out starkly in the courtyard -- two steamer trunks and a matched set of three suitcases. He'd been lucky to extract all of them from the hotel; it turned out a bribe to the bellboy was cheaper than paying off the balance of his hotel bill with credit cards that no longer operated. Well, if it came down to it he could always start selling his clothes, assuming that he could find someone with a similar taste in tailored suits and pastel shirts. Right now he was more concerned about all of his worldly possessions being stealthily repossessed by the various ne'er-do-wells who seemed to be circling the rundown hotel, perhaps sensing an easy mark.<br/><br/>"Now that sounds like an excellent idea, my lad. I'm afraid I'm a bit short on operating capital, as it were, but a camera seems a very wise precaution. I do agree that injecting a slight element of 'safe' into this 'safe house' is well warranted. Can you help me stow these things in your own room for now, and then perhaps we can tour the neighborhood?" He lowered his voice, addressing only Alexi. "I imagine I'll be rooming with Mr. Fitz. I daresay you've gotten the better end of that particular deal."<br/>