[Raoul had assumed, upon waking, that he'd gotten sidetracked in his quest to find Christine after the curtains went down on Hannibal, that somehow he'd found himself in one of the smaller dressing rooms and his nerves had gotten the better of him. He hasn't gotten to know every inch of his new patronage, so the bed doesn't arouse suspicion - it's the lights on the vanity that do. Electric lights aren't a common thing in the 1880's, not yet, so he blinks blearily at them, subconsciously rubbing at his neck as he tries to get his bearings. When he emerges, it's with the silver key in his pocket and the thin program in his hands.

Augh - the hallway's too dim to read by. It's lucky the door to the lobby is so close to wherever he's woken up. If anyone ventures into the lobby, they will see Raoul, well-dressed and sitting upon one of the couches as he parses through the booklet with a furrowed brow, paused at his own page. He looks up when he hears you enter, and stands quickly, glancing at your face before flipping through the program and approaching.]

Excuse me! Excuse me, ah...[When he's close enough, he'll point to your entry in the program.] Would this happen to be you? I would like to ask you some questions - namely, where is this place, and do you know exactly what is going on?