A place to sleep is the one thing she needs to find. She doesn’t for a minute think it’ll be a room to herself—and that doesn’t bother her, not when she imagines who it will be—which means she’s inclined to find the bigger options housed in the hotel. She’s already ruled out the first floor rooms and ascends to the second floor.

There are a few rooms that already seem to be occupied. From the contents, she imagines they are chosen and out of respects leaves those alone. The rest of the rooms are unoccupied except by things left behind and she begins to search. They’ll need spare clothes at some point, likely once this day is over and they have the opportunity to wash the grime and blood from their bloods. Or when they decide to sleep—as much as she likes the sweater she’s borrowed and the jeans she came in, neither will be very comfortable once she crawls into bed.

There’s a high value suitcase in one of the first rooms she explores. She expects to see finery or maybe well loved clothes that have sentimental value. Instead it is filled with more lingerie than she thinks she’s ever seen in her life. An amused chortle escapes as she assumes this woman had well thought out plans for her stay at the hotel. It’s a shame it had to be ruined and while she doubts any of them have use for it, it doesn’t stop her from thumbing through the pieces and selecting a few in case. Always be prepared wasn’t just a good motto for boy scouts.

It isn’t hard to find clothes. They’re in every room, a mix of sizes and styles, ready to be taken. However the right sizes and styles, those are more difficult. At least she has a fair idea of both her companions’ sizes. It helps that she knows how big they are compared to her.

Of course it turns out that of the three of them, Rose is the hardest to find things for. She has a unique style compared to those of the modern era. The vintage polish rooted in the era of jazz is not a popular one for the people who have run. It’s unlikely it was popular at all here. Which is a shame as the fashion from that time period is quite gorgeous. Even more so on the blonde siren.

Marisol shakes herself from the contemplation. She intended to do all of this fast and instead has found herself slow and lost in rumination. At this pace all of the rooms will be filled up and they’ll be camping out on a few pieces of broken furniture that hopefully won’t give them splinters. It’s not a pleasant thought and so she finishes filling the suitcases with articles from various room before she exits to get down to finding a decent room for three.

In the midst of all the single rooms with a queen bed are, strangely, a couple of rooms with only twin beds. She rules them out immediately. The idea of cuddling is welcome but they’d never fit in a twin—Cas alone would take up the whole bed. Assuming he would even fit. The idea of it makes her laugh and she considers showing him to one of these rooms as a joke, just to see what his reaction would be. But then she’d already poked him once, quite nicely, after their sparring session.

In the end, she finds the final two rooms on this level are more up to par. There’s a room with two queen beds. The mattresses are both quite comfortable even if the view is quite atrocious. There’s a shower in the bathroom and one towel but she can definitely find more. It’s at least an option to consider though she can only think of the roundabout teasing that will occur if sleeping arrangements have to be made. She smirks before leaving the room and going across the hall, a quick to make sure the three bags are where she’s left them.

The final room has a king bed which will be enough for three, she decides, as she moves in the three cases. Two behind the chair and one at the end of the dresser. She has a feeling they’ll all agree on this one, though she’ll still ask. It helps that the bathroom seems to be twice the size of the other and there’s actually clothes that have been left behind. None of which she seems as being useful or their sizes but it’s still a nice touch. It means the room was good enough for someone, a couple from the looks of it. She takes it as a sign.

There’s not much to do now but wait. She settles herself in the hallway so they’ll be sure to see her. As she sits, she considers the rooms still not in use. She’d already taken the effort to place any mattress that wasn’t fit for sleeping against windows in the hopes it’d keep any bird from trying to find a new way in. Beyond that, she’d done little else but try to collect a few left over first aid kits, a handful of supplies—she has no idea who they belong to—that she’d split in half (the other half she’d dropped off in the kitchen while keeping the rest in her temporarily suitcase), and a pin cushion of needles. She’s helped as much as she can for the time being. Until then, she need rest and to recharge. And she knows of no better way than to spend time with Cas and Rose.