Loid sighs at his outfit this time. Frankie didn't even ask him to put it on. It's here. An outfit he's seen more times than he cares to count, an outfit he wouldn't consider particularly princely, an outfit that makes him stand out because the eye mask draws attention. At least he still has gloves and a hat. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this prince is dressed as Bondman, Anya Forger's favorite cartoon. With a sword. A plush sword.

A repeat, sans Frankie. Unfortunately, that means Anya could fall from that window. Operation Strix will fail if she does and— Loid shakes his head. He doesn't waste time thinking about feelings, even the sinking feeling in his gut. Anya's in real danger.

"I'm coming, Anya!" Loid shouts, so she'll hear him. He scans the structure, the ridiculous looking structure, and starts his path up, wary of any minions that may pop out of nowhere.