...Animals aren't a common thing here, then. This spells trouble. He has the feeling that Phoenix isn't the combat type.

"I should. You should stay near the door."

He creeps into the adjacent stall without a sound. Presently, his hood appears above the door's level after climbing to stand on the toilet. He moves very slowly now, inch by inch, to peer into the stall where the noise came from.

It was a frog--no, it was... It had a rodent's head. What? What?

He turned his head to frown at Phoenix, at a loss for words.