[It had told Lydia before that it was insatiable, and that hasn't changed even in an environment glut with food such as this place. Distress and chaos is in the air itself, leaving the Nogitsune as happy as, well, a fox in a chicken coop.]

Sleep, ma'am? Not much of that to be found here at the Hotel California. While I thank you for your concern, we staff are here for your convenience, not ours. My name is Stiles. Is everything so far to your liking?

[That polite bland look remains, nothing more than a professional making sure the guests are comfortable. Then again, this is a creature that can cry on command.]