[The creature's line of sight follows hers to the window, wondering briefly if humans hear something it doesn't. She isn't the first to be taken with that. To the Nogitsune, the pattering is noise, nothing more.]

I'm glad to meet you, Miss Skye, [it says with a small dip of its head before giving a small sigh of regret. It could stay here all night and enjoy the misery.]

The guest register is locked in the concierge's office, Miss Skye. He won't return until tomorrow morning. Again, the best I can offer you is to have him contact you when he arrives. With the weather, we're somewhat short-staffed.

[The smile it gave her was empty, as if it were an automaton giving preprogrammed answers. This trick had been tried earlier on another guest with brilliant results.]

I am sure that he will be able to help you.