Pip gave another glance around the ballroom. Well, if they'd never been in a villa like this before, they might not /know/.

"We got bedrooms on every floor, my phone's right here..."

And it was every bit as dead as the person they were discussing placing in the aforementioned bedroom.

"Needa tablecloth for concealin purposes? Oh, maybe I can find some menthol gel up your noses so they, ah, smell doesn't get to you?"