[ In the dark, the tiny blotch of blood on Ariane's nose is concealed by shadow, which is a good thing for everyone. ]

Any time, ma'am. [ He readjusts her a little, with an eye towards greater comfort. ] I wouldn't be much of a new neighbour if I was out here letting people get eaten, would I?

[ Ma'am. Where did that come from? He's glad the hotel is already a clear shape in the darkness ahead of them, and he picks up his pace.

In through the front doors, he bustles her over to a couch in front of the fire (with a polite nod to the Receptionist in passing) and sets her down with the utmost delicacy in an upright seat. He kneels on the ground in front of her, and the first blood he spots is his own, dappling her should and the outside of her knee in little spots. He frowns at it and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. ]

Oh, damn it. I'm sorry. I should have been more careful.