"I see." He nods. "I'll do what I can to help you." It was at this point that Alphonse remembered something. He took out a small, pocket notebook and pen from his pocket, and began writing something.<br/><br/>Specifically, he was writing out a note requesting information from his information broker/contact. He'd have to wait 'til morning to get an envelope and stamp and send it off, but it paid to get this done now, while he still had the idea to do so in his head.<br/><br/>"True. I'm probably going to prop the couch up against the window once you nod off. It'll slow down entry, and probably hurt whoever or whatever comes crashing through." he talked as he wrote without any apparent difficulty. "Listen, though. If something does come crashing through the window, don't run outside; if I was coming after us, and had everything I needed, I'd send someone through the window, and have goons waiting right out in the hall to stun and bag my quarry."<br/><br/>"Then again, maybe they're not as devious as I can be. Let's hope that's the case, though I wouldn't put money on it, eh?"