"I'm not too sure how well my detaining a world leader's son would go for my career." The guardsman says, standing down. "Grab him, bring him to his room." The Guard says. "Anything else you need, Miss?"

"Nothing right now." Weiss says, composing herself.

"Of course, ma'am." The Guard says, bending down to pick up Jean, throwing him over his shoulder. He lays him on the Penthouse's couch, closing the door behind him.