Ah?

Manhattan. In an old hotel room. Kaecilius, lying on the bed, suddenly sat upright. His eyes, sunken deep in darkness, stared at his outstretched hands. His skin was deathly pale, with black veins bulging grotesquely beneath it. In the empty hotel room, Kaecilius said: "The disguise has failed. Luckily, I'm inside the hotel. How far is this from the Earth United Government President's Office?" Kaecilius seemed to be talking to himself.