[That look comes right back to Gabriel although tempered with the cordial nature it's trying to put forward. One flaw in its game isn't terribly bad but foxes are notorious loners. Unlike wolves, trusting others or bringing them into their plans isn't something they ever consider.]

Due to the rainstorm we've been having lately, the wood around most of the windows has swelled to where opening them is impossible. I am sorry. We can't have the carpets getting soggy here in the Hotel California. Our water extractor has been sent out for repairs.

Is there anything else... I'm sorry, you said your name was Jordan Parrish?

[Those empty black eyes settle back on Gabriel. Worse to worst, it prefers to adapt the automaton state. Gabriel wouldn't be the first that it has tried to convince that it's the puppet with someone else pulling the strings with it trying to rebel when it can.]