[the decision to leave her suitcase right where she found it had come for various reasons and was, in her opinion, pretty wise. for one, there was just no way in hell she was dragging a suitcase up the drab looking staircase with her current situation re: walking. secondly, the contents of the suitcase itself, that astronaut suit? a poor joke that made her want to burn the whole contents instead. third, she did not trust getting presents, she did not trust the suitcase, she did not trust having to carry something that would slow her down even more than the brace on her left leg would. (a relief, that she'd been allowed to keep that, by whomever.)

instead, she stripped the contents of the suitcase that were of use to her -- the tablet, the note, the keycard -- and made her way up the stairs. she reached the conclusion that she prefered trekking in the woods to climbing stairs, at least the ground was softer than this faded...whatever it was.

once in the lobby, she took in her surroundings: the empty reception, the crackling fireplace, the strangers she didn't know and didn't trust enough to ask anything yet. the elevators.

that was a good idea, for one. she'd been given a key to a room. she could go to her "room" and check what was inside it for clues, maybe see if she could escape via the window, maybe find some discarded weapon. people always left shit behind hotels, or so she'd heard. clarke and finn had found art supplies inside a bunker, it wasn't that unlikely to find something up there. besides, sticking around in one place and asking just made her feel...angry. so the elevator it was.

or...not.] Fucking -- really?

[so after a few attempts, elevator was not it. climbing stairs could leave her vulnerable, so maybe it wasn't the best idea to try it out now. maybe later, maybe with someone else with her just in case. so the ground floor it was. between checking for doors (worrying: no doors that were of use, some locked doors) she ended up inside the screening room.]

...creepy... [can i get an amen?]