[ariane. she commits it to memory, the way it's pronounced, the way it fits with the person she's looking at. she doesn't think twice about the missing teeth. some people don't have them for whatever reason. and the rest of it? well, some people are sick. some people... ha, maybe they're all sick here. that would be funny. it would make a lot of things make sense.]

[she keeps the pleasant look on her face, letting relief fill the space left by fear. and she offers her hand.]

Emerald. I live in the hotel too, I guess. [and she almost lets that trail off before saying with confidence,] I can go up with you to your room, yeah. Just until I feel a little less... insane, you know?