"Underground laundry room..." He nods and pulls himself together, making himself ignore his son calling to him. "I can try and find him. I'll be going on foot, I don't trust the transport system, but I can run fast."

Faster if his body is currently under the influence he thinks it is.

He calls up the map on his tablet, searching for Bagoas.

"... Bagoas? As in the Persian courtier and or Alexander the Great's personal... attendant?"