As Nalia was playing and singing, she was interrupted with little to no care about what she was doing. Whatever. She was just internally complaining about how quiet it was. What she wasn’t expecting was a complete dolt to enter her doors.<br/><br/>Unlike Lydia, Nalia doesn’t hold back the sass for the sake of ‘customer service.’ So, she just looked at him, blinked her eyes, and gave him the most deadpan stare she could muster. “Lydia you say? Hmmm...” she pretended to ponder with a finger tapping her chin “I don’t suppose you’re talking about the blonde chick over in the lobby at the front desk? I don’t think I’ve ever met her. Oh wait!” She then lifted her finger as if a light bulb went off in her brain, and then came the dripping sarcasm that colored her voice, “I have met her. Once. When I was born. She was there too. Being born. From the same vagina. And then I met her again...you know...every day after for the rest of my life.” She then looked at him with derision. “She’s my sister, we own this hotel, and this is my bar. I’m Nalia. What do you want?”<br/><br/>Meanwhile, when the third person entered the hotel, the only hallway that could be ventured down directly from the lobby was the anger room hallway. It is a plain white hallway with rows of doors of similar color. Each one is marked with a Vancant/Occupied sign, only one of which switched to the Occupied side, where J was doling out pain to virtual enemies, though that could not be seen nor heard from where the stranger stood. The rest of the doors were green with vacancy and able to be accessed should he choose to open one.