He finishes the second glass of water as quickly as the first, but seems in no frame of mind to either sit around and catch his breath, or accept her hand to his room. Her brows furrow, but she nods, pushing to her own feet as he does the same.
She reaches a hand to help steady him should he need it, and searches his face. Zhaneel being Zhaneel can't help but wonder what she's done to upset him (beyond telling him where he is and all). It's not the way a normal person thinks, but it's the way she's been made to think for the entirety of her life because, well... it was often the case (or so she was always led to believe; the girl had some shitty peers.)
"Oh... Of course... If you have need of anything, there is a tablet in your room that you can use for communication... I don't think you will have half the problems with it that I did..." He appeared to be from a more advanced world than her own, like many of the hotel residents.
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She reaches a hand to help steady him should he need it, and searches his face. Zhaneel being Zhaneel can't help but wonder what she's done to upset him (beyond telling him where he is and all). It's not the way a normal person thinks, but it's the way she's been made to think for the entirety of her life because, well... it was often the case (or so she was always led to believe; the girl had some shitty peers.)
"Oh... Of course... If you have need of anything, there is a tablet in your room that you can use for communication... I don't think you will have half the problems with it that I did..." He appeared to be from a more advanced world than her own, like many of the hotel residents.
"I'm in room 117 if you've need of anything..."