Norum, looking increasingly irritated, searches for any high place and tries to elevate himself without drawing attention to his agility enough to look for the girl. "Where the forget iS SHE?!" he growls. Norum gets elbowed in the head by a man dancing and nearly snaps, but presses his lips together, keeping the flurry of profanities he had prepared shut away, not wanting to start a fight and ducking away. He squeezes through the crowd far enough away from the guy and spouts, "loving wanker."
Wanting to escape the thunderous bass, he decides to put the crow's nest on hold and tries to find a quiet corner of the club, should one exist.