"Oh, no, I'm not on that. That would be pretty disappointing as a drug, cause you know, ha, I kind of feel terrible if I'm being honest!" There's a little slip of something hysterical. "But no big deal, no big deal, I can still manage this!" He continues to babble, ignoring the comment of the butter knife, or perhaps just straight up missing it. He starts for what looks like a closet and yanks it open. Only to be disappointed to find nothing but standard hotel cleaning supplies and a few not standard... things that will haunt his nightmares.

He spins fast, going to grasp the goblin's shirt front. "You! You can help me find it right! Yes! Wait. You didn't want a chair. What do you want? I can do it for you! Anything! Just want a little of your time that's all..." And the next person's, and maybe someone else will show, maybe this whole hotel will listen to him if they just give him a chance.