[ By the time Tamamo meets up with him, Ozymandias is leaning against the wall, regal posture largely forgotten in his state of drowsiness. Arms wrapped over his torso and eyes closed, he opens his right eye once she begins speaking. He chuckles, briefly. ]

Heh. At least you made it here in one piece. I was beginning to think that I would be forced to track you down myself.

[ Straightening himself and now fully awake, two sets of identical keys dangle from his pointer finger. Sliding one off and into his other hand, he reaches it out in offering. A room assignment of 11 hangs on a small chain on the metal ring. ]

No matter. Here, take your keys.