[It's hard to tell if the problem is that the front desk staff are very rude, or if it's just that they can't keep noticing a pair of shinki for long enough to make it out of the stockroom. Hakkai sighs, slightly deflated, and nods at Goku.]

Yes, let's.

[At least no one noticing them makes it much easier to casually wander behind the counter. Hakkai pauses by the computer, tapping the mouse to wake it up, and peers at the screen.

He really should learn to use one of these things. They seem so convenient. He's not sure exactly what the complicated spreadsheet on the monitor represents, though, and so he regretfully leaves it untouched and peeks into the back room instead. There's a young woman in a very snappy black skirt suit there, working on a larger, boxier, more scuffed-looking computer.]

Excuse us, miss. We're here to make a reservation for an April wedding.

[She jumps, and looks up, visibly confused.]

You're not supposed to be back here! And we're booked solid in April.