A laboratory and the basement. Crawford's eyes narrowed a bit as he heard about the basement; why a ballroom? Likely to throw them all off even further. If the basement was so ridiculous, it was unlikely the laboratory was down there; if it was, then they would be getting two birds with one stone.
Regardless --
"Then that's your aim for tonight, again." He glanced over at Farfarello. "I take it the two of you will be going your separate ways until your ribs aren't broken?" He, personally, would go with Schuldig; if Schwarz stayed as a group, all the better. He could easily traverse the basement or look for chemicals for weapons ... so long as, in the end, he actually did something.
(The lab was slowly gaining favor with him, though. His head was still throbbing, a low, deep pain in the back of his head - it wouldn't take much longer for it to hit him in full force.)
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Regardless --
"Then that's your aim for tonight, again." He glanced over at Farfarello. "I take it the two of you will be going your separate ways until your ribs aren't broken?" He, personally, would go with Schuldig; if Schwarz stayed as a group, all the better. He could easily traverse the basement or look for chemicals for weapons ... so long as, in the end, he actually did something.
(The lab was slowly gaining favor with him, though. His head was still throbbing, a low, deep pain in the back of his head - it wouldn't take much longer for it to hit him in full force.)