"No, it's fine, I wasn't really doing anything." She said, but before he could hear her, he had already vanished. She stood there, propped up against the door frame, somewhat confused, but shrugged. She guessed he was just tired or something. The possum stepped inside and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment before she heard Reno's door open. Her ears perked somewhat, and she looked to the crack under the door to see a shadow pass in front of it. She yawned, not really thinking anything about it until notes from a violin drifted into the hotel. This time, she was curious.
Opening her door, she saw a couple of the maids going down the hallway, the same direction as Reno. So she followed. When the two found a bench to sit at Schad kind of hung back, so as to not disturb what was already going on. While she did like face paced, sometimes hectic music, mainly all types of rock and techno, she also liked it when anyone took it upon themselves to make music. In truth, she had a soft spot for watching street performers. She scanned the area, looking for Reno, assuming he came to watch, too.