Pootalina is approaching @Altaris ...
The Senate was in session, which meant a couple of things. One, there was heavy security centered around the Senate building. Two, if they weren’t protestors or activists, citizens were at home watching the assembly. There were few wandering eyes about, but many distracted ones.
Pootalina, along with a few members of the fan club's secret infiltration crew, had located the hotel Emryc Thorne had been staying in. They posed as patrons wanting to rent a room before attending a naked yoga convention the next day and then struck when the time was right. Pootalina and the rest of the group ended up in the security room, flipping through old camera footage in an attempt to figure out which room the half-Sephi had been staying with incapacitated employees in the closet. Between her own practiced investigative skills and the skills of her crew, it didn't take them long to locate it.
Now came the hard part. They weren't sure how difficult breaking the locks on the doors would be, so Pootalina was going to pose as a maid ("room cleaning") to get access to the man's vacant suite. Her crew was going to cut the cameras where she went, hiding her presence should her breaking in be discovered later on. So the wermal dawned a frilly maid outfit, replaced her blonde wig with a short black bob, slipped the keys taken from an unsuspecting maid into her pocket, and quickly made her way to the room.
Everyone was glued to their holoscreens, so Pootalina didn’t encounter a single soul on her trek up to Emryc’s room. When she finally reached it--room 348--she stopped and glanced towards the camera in the hallway and blinked twice with her one eye. The red light disappeared; her signal had been sent.
Pootalina pulled a keycard out from the pocket of her frilly skirt and pressed it against the lock on the door. She paid no mind to the “Do Not Disturb” tag flipped around. With a quiet click, the door unlocked.