Spectre was busying himself with packing, no small feat when you needed outfits for a good month and a half, so he almost didn't hear the knock on the door. His reaction, as it was, was a little delayed, and he clattered down the stairs in a hurry once the sound penetrated his mental checklist. When he opened the door, he found an unfamiliar young man on the other side. "Oh, hello... may I help you?"