Winthorpe awoke with the unfortunate problem of forgetting where he was. The bang on his head from trying to get out of bed too quickly solved all that. With a rub, he looked back out to marvel again at the pleasure dome. His crew seemed to have already departed…did he give them leave…? With a shrug, he figured even if he didn’t, those sorry bastards were due. They had to ride much faster than normal, with the notion that there was a bleeding bomb in the engine bay. What was a scientist to do? Good help was hard to find…but once his crew’s money was spent, they’d be more than willing to board once again.<br/><br/>Preparing himself, he fixed the tie he’d undone before his nap. He needed to get settled quickly, or he’d miss registering for the exhibit. After giving the secure points of the ship a proper lockdown and a silent curse over having to do everything himself, he walked down the ramp and towards the front lobby area. There was no sense in a vehicle at this point…he was quite adept at walking. Once he moved to the lobby, he saw that there was already a bit of a line…or at least it seemed so. Maybe some of them already worked here.<br/><br/>There was laughter going on, but he could not find the reason from his vantage point. He thought it best to simply wait in silence until everything was cleared through the good people of security. Hopefully one of his crew told the desk of his arrival, but who knows…More often than not they’d give some name then haul off to the nearest house of ill repute. Winnie found it worth his time and coin to be a little more…discerning.<br/>