Henri was confused, somewhat scared, in pain, and bleeding profusely. And if that wasnt bad enough, just as he had worked up the nerve to confess to Lady Ilsa as to the bizarre wound's nature, hoping she could shed some light on this mystery, Cerberus himself, that guardian of hell he once read about, was sniffing his bloody thigh! Agitated, Henri almost spat at the beast, but quickly thought better of it. "Get away from there!", he meekly chastised the dog.
Henri ignored Zimmerman, hoping that Lady Ilsa would deal with the man, until Peter mentioned his room number. *13A? well you are right next to the lady then arent you? that is useful to know...for later* he thought, despite his current state of distress.
"Well then, where's your other dog then, Mr. Zimmerman?" he attempted small talk, hoping Zimmerman wouldnt bother asking him about his leg. As he waited for a reply, looking past Ilsa and Peter farther down the corridor, he spied Abelard, that fearsome looking man who had spooked Henri earlier merely by glancing at him.
"We should go", he turned to Ilsa and blanched.