I’m fortunate in one sense—the streetlight right outside The Promise and the two nearest me on my side of the street are dead. The lights inside the flophouse lobby cast a pool of illumination—which could be why the bagged-out elf chose that spot to crash—but the street itself and the sidewalk in front of me are dark. I can see that the Plexiglas lobby doors are shut, which means anyone watching from outside would have to look from a brightly lit environment into a dark one. Even with enhanced optics, about all they’re going to see is their own reflection in the Plexiglas door.