The backstage area, huh? Bobby casts a quick glance up those 900 steps. It seems like their best option. He carefully lowers the sheet again, deeming the rest of the body without further clues.

... Damn you Shelly. An embarrassed pout tugs at his lips as he straightens himself up again. "Well, I don't just carry those things with me wherever I go, you know."

He could've asked Chief Inspector Gaffe for bags, but he's trying to avoid that guy. If they are where he thinks they are- or rather, which world-, he'd rather not draw too much attention to himself.