[He won't find any cameras that he could see. Although, interestingly, there were candles hovering by the main entrance. As in, literally hovering. The holders they were in to catch any dripping wax were completely suspended mid-air. Even if he tried to wave his hand around, looking for the wire, he could find none. And if he tried to take it down, it would just float right back up to its intended spot.]
[More interestingly, though, was the fact that the light of the flame changed colors after a few seconds of his entering. And, less than a minute later--with wet hair and dressed in a pair of loose pajama pants and a spaghetti-strap tank top (she'd meant it about the shower)--Zatanna emerged from a small door behind the counter, holding a mug of steaming liquid in her hands.]
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[More interestingly, though, was the fact that the light of the flame changed colors after a few seconds of his entering. And, less than a minute later--with wet hair and dressed in a pair of loose pajama pants and a spaghetti-strap tank top (she'd meant it about the shower)--Zatanna emerged from a small door behind the counter, holding a mug of steaming liquid in her hands.]
Hey.
The skeptic, I presume.