Room 507, Thursday morning
Despite having managed to get past the blind panic she'd been in just after hearing about Sloane, Nadia did not sleep any better Wednesday night than she had all week.
She was running on less than fumes, but fortunately operating under less than optimal sleep had been part of her training in Argentina, not too mention part of her past experience on the streets anyway.
She thought she heard some kind of commotion coming from somewhere on the floor just as she was getting to "the good part" of her adventure story (Mario had just helped Elena defeat her evil uncle Alvin Stern, and they were going to "celebrate"), so she shut her laptop and crept over too the door, unlocking and cracking it open to peer into the hallway, holding her gun at ready.
Furrball immediately took advantage of this and darted from the room.
[ooc: open to anyone who might be passing by 507 or the guy who's actually in it.]
She was running on less than fumes, but fortunately operating under less than optimal sleep had been part of her training in Argentina, not too mention part of her past experience on the streets anyway.
She thought she heard some kind of commotion coming from somewhere on the floor just as she was getting to "the good part" of her adventure story (Mario had just helped Elena defeat her evil uncle Alvin Stern, and they were going to "celebrate"), so she shut her laptop and crept over too the door, unlocking and cracking it open to peer into the hallway, holding her gun at ready.
Furrball immediately took advantage of this and darted from the room.
[ooc: open to anyone who might be passing by 507 or the guy who's actually in it.]