"Just Ghoul," he clarifies for Nancy. She'll come to learn that it's pretty fitting.

As the girls pass by and voice their skepticism, he grouchily mumbles excuses under his breath- something about plain clothes police, maybe. Doesn't matter, it's bullshit anyway. Once they disappear behind the door, he's torn between darting off and getting back to business, or waiting around for them and escorting them out. Not necessarily because he's a gentleman or anything... It's more because he'd like to have the peace of mind in knowing that they, for sure, will be gone and won't have a chance to mess him up or rat him out.

He's leaning more towards the second option when he thinks he hears noises from further inside the building. Assuming it's a staff member, he quickly reaches out to knock quietly (but insistently) on the door. God damn, he hopes that stuff about girls taking forever in the bathroom is a myth.