"Ginger..." she smiled at the receptionist, and took the key from her. She was amazed that Rayner had gotten as far as he had, looking like he did. She'd have a thousand questions for him later. Right now, it was a matter of a bed, a bath and maybe some food for her, if she could keep it down. In the car, she'd managed to slip her arms through the coat, so it did at least look like she was wearing it properly over something. Despite the heat of the day.<br/><br/>"Please send a steak, some orange juice and some kind of greens up to the room in about an hour." she mentioned as she helped Rayner upstairs. Sliding the key through the lock, she opened the door to a large spacious luxury suite. In truth, they could hole up here as long as they needed to, simply having groceries delivered and the like. That was what this room was designed for after all. Charlie was wanting to make sure that no one could trace the incident back to her. In fact, if they left the room before Charlie had given the okay, they'd have a small swarm of security forcibly putting them back in it. It was as much a prison as a refuge. And until she saw the room and remembered, she'd forgotten all about it.<br/><br/>She helped Rayner to the bed, and went over to the kitchenette.Knowing Charlie it was already set up. He'd likely had this part of the plan for a while, for whoever the bait was. "Just stay there, I'll get you something to help..." but as she opened the fridge, and saw the food laid out with her favorite foods, she slapped a hand to her mouth and fled to the bathroom, quickly heaving up more stomach acid. She hadn't had anything to eat all day, since she'd left Barton Hours ago. But her stomach had enough time to recover its acid.<br/><br/>"I'll be..." another expulsion. What in the hell did she have, the flu or a plague. "...right out..." Oh god, what if she'd gotten Rayner sick too. Ugh...Laying her head against the toilet, she tried to relax, this was not going to help. Stress was bad for a weak stomach.