[The stars are comforting, in their own way. Kaveh doesn't come outside much, himself--the immediacy of deep space still a bit overwhelming for someone from a land that doesn't even have aircrafts or trains--but his nights of insomnia are often spent tucked against the window with a cup of hot tea, eyes trained on the sky.

Right now, though, they're fixed on the hotel. He's not so absorbed in what he's doing that he doesn't notice Winter's approach, though he only glances over his shoulder and greets him with a quick smile before he turns his attention back to his notebook. As Winter approaches, he'll be able to see (canon voice) beautiful illustrations and some notes in equally gorgeous handwriting. More specifically, they're sketches of the hotel at different angles, along with various complicated architect notes and long strings of complicated math, probably.]

A futile investigation, of sorts. I was hoping to learn a bit more about this place from the outside, but I don't think it will tell me anything that's of use right now. [He sketches a little bit more, then lowers his pencil with a sigh.] Hello, Winter. How've you been?