Speaking of hotels and otherworlders, Husk walked in the door about then, shaking off his umbrella with a grumble. His eyes went right to their table and he walked over, glancing between the two of them before addressing Lucifer. "You make yourself hard to find, you know that." It wasn't a question, simply a complaint to show he had been looking for the king of Hell.

Leaning on his umbrella, he turned his attention back to Seven of Nine, giving her a brief once over to get a sense of her. "But I guess it is easier to find people from other worlds faster than from ours. Sorry to interrupt."