I am sorry, Sir, but our guest register is kept in the concierge's office, and he has left for the evening. It's the rain, you see. Causing all sorts of flooding on the side roads. Perhaps when he returns in the morning, he can check our records for you.

[Black eyes stared back at Conan with all the animation of a stuffed animal. Given its too pale skin and the dark shadows around its eyes, the Nogitsune has the look of the terminally ill. It try to scare a child? Absolutely. Still, it keeps the bland empty look on its face and voice professionally interested but nothing more.]

I am afraid I don't know some of our newest arrivals. Your name, Sir?