[ While he speaks, she tries to pull at the locked doors, yanking with all her strength, shaking them against their locks with mounting frustration until finally she kicks out at one, throwing her hands up and backing off.

He's not innocent. Not some innocuous clerk. Skye rounds on him, hands gesturing out wildly. ]

I don't care what the weather's like, and I don't want to watch your movie. What I want is out of this damn hotel. Unlock the doors.