[Tauriel's patience, never the best to begin with, is wearing thin as of late, stress and strain making her more prone to snap where before she might bite her tongue. It has her frowning sharply and huffing a sigh through her nose.]

I have traipsed all across Middle Earth in my six centuries, child, and not once in all my travels have I ever seen anything like this. [One pale hand lifts and flutters gently in the air, indicating the view out the window, the hotel, the people who inhabit it.]