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[earlier_tonight]

The doors open and in walks a tallish, slender blonde woman.  Her heels click in a way that suggests professionalism, though this is somewhat at odds with the eye makeup dripping down her cheeks and the few faint splatters of blood that have found their way onto her body.  She is a bit disheveled, but the look of resignation on her face (and the

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[fanged_carebear]

It might be that she's a pretty blonde, or the blood, or just the fact that things like this seem to attract people like Angel, but he's lurking in the corner of the lobby when she comes in. His first inclination was to go see if she needed help; he can tell, though, that she's tough.

"Hi," he says, stepping out from the shadow.

[earlier_tonight]

"Hi," she replies. "Any idea where the hell I am?"

He is free to try and be as suave and charming as he likes, but she probably won't notice right now (or ever). However, a bit of honest friendliness would be appreciated.

[fanged_carebear]

He's more awkward than anything else.

"As far as I know? In a hotel ... In some split dimension."

[earlier_tonight]

That is probably a good thing. He has answers, however vague they may be, and that's what matters right now.

"A split dimension," she repeats, disbelievingly. "And how did I get here?"

[fanged_carebear]

"I really have no idea. It could be anything ..." He'd like to find out, though, so he can figure out how to leave.

[earlier_tonight]

"Well, that's... just great," she mutters.

She is less than thrilled at this prospect, having dealt with a few too many 'could be anythings' especially as of late. She likes logic, answers and things that make sense. This doesn't make sense and right now... she is not in the mood for it.

However, she doesn't want to seem rude. "I'm sorry if I seem a bit perturbed," she says.

[fanged_carebear]

"Pertrube away ..." He holds up his hands and shrugs a little. "While we're waiting to find out what's going on, you probably have a room key waiting."

[earlier_tonight]

"Where would I find that?" she asks, attempting a little smile.

She wishes she didn't have to ask so many questions. She prefers knowing what she's doing, but in some situations? Questions are the only way to achieve that.

[fanged_carebear]

"--Oh, right." He smiles a bit (awkwardly), and motions to the front desk. "Just over there ... Here, on the desk."

[earlier_tonight]

Dakota approaches the desk, and it doesn't take her long to find the key clearly designated to her. She is a bit disturbed by this.

"It must just be another trick of this place that it seems to know we're coming," she says, almost to herself.

[fanged_carebear]

"It appears to be pretty benign," he says, offering up what little knowledge he knows, "give or take a psycho."

[earlier_tonight]

"Great," she says, almost laughing the tiniest bit. Her right hand may be idly stroking her syringe gun, but more out of habit than a sense of danger.

She has dealt with a few psychos in her time.

[fanged_carebear]

"A task force is on it." He eyes the syringe gun, and maybe backs away a little on instinct. It looks like it could do him some harm.

[earlier_tonight]

"Right," she nods.

She doesn't mean to be threatening or creepy. And she'd never use that on anyone who didn't deserve it. But he'd probably be right in thinking it could hurt. If nothing else, it's just a comfort for her, to know that were she to come across these aforementioned psychos, she'd be ready.

This is not the way to start off with someone, though, and so she forces a smile and introduces herself, extending a hand. "I'm Dakota."

[fanged_carebear]

He nods, shaking her hand but only briefly (he gets a little self-conscious at how cold his hands are).

"Angel."

[earlier_tonight]

She doesn't notice his cold hands; she's used to irregular temperatures.

"It's... nice to meet you," she says, clearly not sure whether that's really an appropriate response but figuring she can afford to be, at the least, polite.