[ If he hadn't stopped her with the offer of his hand and his words, she would've been flying out of the bathroom before he could react. No hesitation. She'd throw her suite's door open, barely dressed, no shoes, running the whole way until she was with him. Nothing would slow her down. She had to see him. Now.

She exhales shakily, unmoving, considering. The idea of wildly running off is still pressing on her. Reason wins, however, and she steps away to grab one of her robes and slip it on. Then she's back at his side, her hand sliding into his and holding it tightly. Just in case he may disappear again. ]

Let's go.

[ Another breath, and she leads them on, winding through her suite. It's not as luxurious as the Jack suites they'd both arrived in before, but as a 9, she's not too far off from it. She's living comfortably. Comfortably, but alone.

After pausing near the front door to step into some slippers, she clutches his hand harder, pulling him into the hallway, moving towards the nearest stairwell. The last thing they need is another elevator adventure to slow them down. ]

It's a good thing that receptionist didn't send you up, too. [ Maybe some jokes would help? ] Ahaha. I would've been really mad if you broke my bathtub.

[ C'mon. Laugh a little. Please? ]