Jacqui was looking for Sloane, checking the most logical place - her room.They rapped on the door, waiting for it to swing open with the familiar blonde head, fidgeting in place as they did so. Their patience level was not at the highest at the moment - and they’d have to deal with waiting a little longer, because the door swung open to a face that was more vaguely familiar than the one she was looking for. “You’re not Sloane,” Jacqui said, forehead wrinkling as they looked up him. “You now where she is?”