Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

Bart sprints to the lounge but not finding the mouse, he charges to the passenger deck pausing long enough to pick up a shotgun and the mouse's pistol if it's in the locker.

Bart arrives to see Paris laying out a breakfast at the table in the passenger's lounge. Lord Percy, wearing a robe and pajamas is standing in the door of his cabin.

"...Good morning, Bartholemew," she smiled at him. "You're up early, and armed, no less, is there a problem?"