[She looked up, surprised out of her attempts at concocting a plot, only to shake her head with a small smile.]
Not at all. Just down the hall, first door on the left. Fresh towel's on the rack by the sink.
[Ever helpful, she pointed towards the hall in question. If he was going to be spending some time in there, that might give her a moment to think of something. Her fingers still felt warm from where they'd brushed against his, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to take his hand.
As she glanced down, her smile seemed to turn almost coy. If nothing else, she could lean against the door when he tried to leave, but would that seem strange? She'd have to think on it, hopefully she could come up with something.]
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[She looked up, surprised out of her attempts at concocting a plot, only to shake her head with a small smile.]
Not at all. Just down the hall, first door on the left. Fresh towel's on the rack by the sink.
[Ever helpful, she pointed towards the hall in question. If he was going to be spending some time in there, that might give her a moment to think of something. Her fingers still felt warm from where they'd brushed against his, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to take his hand.
As she glanced down, her smile seemed to turn almost coy. If nothing else, she could lean against the door when he tried to leave, but would that seem strange? She'd have to think on it, hopefully she could come up with something.]