"See, I told you everything was fine. That was a wasted trip in its entirety." lectured Sommelier.

"Yes... yes... I got it..." panted Louis, who was out of breath after having run back to the cafe between matches to make sure his fiscal ship wasn't sinking without him around. After having a few moments to himself, Louis took one more deep breath, and regained his composure. "Well, that killed enough time regardless. The second round seems to have started." explained Louis as he signed in.

"Do you know who we're fighting?" asked Sommelier.

"Says here that you're against "Red.exe". It looks like they've signed in already, so we'll probably meet them as soon as we go to the terminal." answered Louis informatively.

"Sounds good. I like to get a few words in with my opponent before we fight." nodded Sommelier as her Operator took her off to the terminal.

Louis threaded his way through a particularly large crowd of people to reach the path to the front counter, but paused on the walkway to straighten out his beige suit. "Good lord, the entire town's been jammed with tourists ever since this tournament started." grumbled Louis with a scowl on his face as he tried to fix a wrinkle in his tie.

"Hey, at least the cafes are doing well because of it." responded Sommelier, trying to draw a silver lining around Louis's dismal cloud of thoughts.

"Remind me who I left in charge?" asked Louis.

"Ferdinand." answered Sommelier promptly.

"... This is not going to be a good day." groaned Louis. "I'll be lucky to even have a business to return to after this..."

"Now, now, just leave the cafes to the people there. We're here to win and advertise, right?" explained Sommelier.

"Yes, I suppose. There's nowhere to go but up if we win." nodded Louis as he stepped up to the counter, pulling a pen of his own out of his breast pocket and signing his name in on the list. He was then pointed to his battle room by the receptionist, and Louis was on his way.