Jean sits on a couch in his suite, bored. He tosses back the end of his third glass of schnapps. Sighing, he stands up and goes to refill his glass, almost falling in the process. On a whim, he grabs his room key and tosses it in a pocket inside his tunic, which is hanging open. He wanders out into the hall, somehow manages to close his door behind him, and looks around blankly for a moment trying to remember where Weiss said she would be. He stares, confused, down the hall to the left, and then to the right.

Taking his best guess, he walks over to a door and pounds on it continuously with his fist, glass of schnapps in his other hand.