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It's obvious that the people in the hotel have been here for days; long enough that they have come down out of panic and have started using common sense. There are the signs of the initial chaos that must have been, when first the attacks began: traces of glass from broken windows, scattered belongings in the halls, smashed pieces of furniture used to create makeshift weapons. But there are also signs of someone with a good head on their shoulders taking some control: boarded windows, blocked doors, piles of supplies gathered from the rental room and anywhere else.
The people, in here, look jumpy and afraid, but are working to keep their cool. There are about fifty people who come to gather and get a look at the newcomers, with their fancy coats and their old-fashioned weapons -- watching them with wary eyes and just a glimmer of hope. There are more, certainly holed up in their rooms or hiding from the chaos. Some are still working to break down beds and chairs, to board up the windows.
They need help, obviously. Made more obvious when a short man with dark hair and a haggard look approaches, pushing to the front of the gathered crowd to frown at the strange assortment.
"I was hoping for real help." He doesn't look like a man who smiles often, but maybe that's just the past few days wearing him down. He meets your eyes. "I don't know who you are, but if you're here, do something useful."
They need help fortifying the hotel: making it a bastion against the attack of the strange birds. And the Chosen agree to help.
