[The voice rings out in Petrel's ears. His eyes widen momentarily, but by the time he's spun around to look towards where Roulette is sitting, the expression has changed to confidence.

He wanders over, clearly not aware of any reason why he should suspect this Layton isn't the one he' familiar with, but definitely a little curious about the change in wardrobe.

He comments on this.]

God, you look even more pompous than usual. Please don't tell me this has all been some grand publicity stunt, because if it has then I'll be pissed. Do you realise how London's been without you? What sort of moron do you have to be to wander off and leave idiots like Dimitri and Don Paolo at the helm, wondering what to do with themselves?

[After this length of babble, he shakes his head.]

Well, whatever. You're coming back with me now.