((Johanna isn't much for socializing. Especially not in this situation. After stumbling across the suitcase, she heads to the room number on it immediately, opening the door and looking around inside curiously. The tablet immediately gets thrown under the bed - she's not dumb, god - and it takes a moment before she opens the suitcase.

She'd been more curious about the place than angry initially. Upon seeing what's inside her case, her blood boils. That dress... In a quick motion, she pushes the suitcase off the bed with a guttural yell, watching as the few clothes spill out over the floor.

It's him. He's sent her here. He's got something planned; and he thinks she'd be fooled? Thinks that she'd assume she could escape?)) I'm not stupid, Snow. ((She mutters to herself, and at the same moment, she realizes that this room could be monitored.

Anyone passing by in the hallway will hear loud swearing, coupled with suspicious thumps that sound like someone is moving the furniture around in the rooms. In her fury, she's not quite remembered to close the door fully, so anyone could walk right in - if they wanted to.))

((After a few hours, she's calmed down enough to come down to the main lobby. She's tied the ratty sheet around her torso, and it covers enough. Whatever. In the situation, she can't bring herself to care overmuch about how she appears - after all, she's bruised and battered, and her hair is more than half-gone. There wasn't much vanity in Johanna to start with, and now, what concern she did have with her appearance was gone.

Scanning the lobby as she enters takes only a few moments. Plenty of idiots clustered around at the main desk, the front door, the windows. No one's coming to save you, she thinks, rolling her eyes, but she doesn't vocalize her thoughts just yet. For all that she's brutally honest, she knows when not to make enemies. She needs to play friendly until she can figure out more about this place.

Her thoughts on the other people stuck here, however, are suddenly interrupted by a glimpse she catches out of the corner of her eye. She blurts out, without a moment's thought--)) Don't try to open the window, you complete moron.

((Ah, playing friendly. It was a nice dream while it lasted.))