Kiki was greeted by the sight of police officers milling about the front desk. Perhaps it was about poor Reylari, she thought, and started walking towards the lifts.
She was stopped by a tall egyptian police officer before she passed the front desk.

"Excuse me ma'am, but are you staying here?"

"Oui, of course I am staying here. Why do you ask?"

"Could you produce your passport, please?"

"What? Why do I need to do that? I do not carry my passport on my person all the time- it is at my flat."

The officer looked confused
"Your flat? But why are you staying in a hotel?"

"Because-" Kiki was getting mad now, "Why are you asking me all these questions? What is going on here? What is this all about, hein?"

"Can you send someone to fetch your passport, ma'am?"

Kiki stomped her little foot "I do nothing until you tell me what this is all about!"

"There has been a murder in the hotel, ma'am." The man said bluntly and watched Kiki's face go pale.
"We are interviewing the other hotel guests as well, and we ask that everyone produce a PASSPORT."

"A murder? who was it?" she whispered.

"A man calling himself LeBlanc, but possibly named Robespierre. Look, lady, can you get the passport? You can wait in the salon until it arrives...maybe you should have a cup of tea, you look like you're going to fall over......hey!"
The officer leapt to catch her as she fainted dead away.