[Circumstances sufficiently surveilled, Rufus wastes no time in gravitating towards the available selection of clothes, eager as he is to have something with actual coverage and not just the nonsense he'd woken up in. With four vouchers, he'll have to be a little bit selective — as though he wasn't going to be selective already, making a slight face at the garish patterns, bold colors, and generally cheap materials the swimsuits are made of.

(Tell us you're a rich kid without saying you're a rich kid, Rufus.)

What he is drawn to, almost immediately, is the sunglasses; maybe it's just that he knows it's going to be a long haul finding something among the swimsuits that he'll deign to put on his body, versus the ease of finding something to cover his eyes, but it doesn't take him long to find a pair of dark, mirrored aviators that seem to suit him well.

One down. Three remaining.]

...Is that likely? To have people you know turn up?

[It makes him think: who would he most want to see, in a moment like this? He already knows who he'd want to see least.]

I'm assuming the hotel staff is unlikely to be forthcoming to a wildcard. But is there some sort of directory or registration book of residents?