Luke looked up, more at Reba leaving than at anyone else talking. "Oh, hi," his blue eyes fluttered back to his phone, obviously not paying much attention to what Dr. Dayemon said. "Sure, sounds good. Can someone get my luggage?" The plastic bin got his attention, and he stopped scrolling his phone, looking up more pointedly at the doctor. "This is one of<i>those</i>places?," he sighed loudly, "Awesome." But he didn't make a big deal of it and clicked his phone off before putting it into the bin, then dug out his wallet and did the same.<br/><br/>"Sorry, just checking some things quickly. I didn't sleep much on the plane," realizing he'd probably seemed rude. He offered his hand to shake the Dr. Dayemon's. "It's been a rough few days. But I think think the lawyers sorted everything out." Luke seemed distant, but trusting. Walking agreeably into the trap. "Yeah, I'd like to chill in my room for a minute, thanks."<br/><br/>The forthcoming interruption was Luke's first hint that things here were not as he'd thought. A string of prison-jumpsuited convicts was lead in at gunpoint.  Luke balked, then looked to Dr. Dayemon with his blond brows raised. "I.. think there was a misunderstanding," though he didn't yet think it was a profound problem.<br/><br/>Then, Don arrived and insisted on giving up more items and a strip search. "Uh, no. Someone messed up the reservation," like this was a spa rather than an institution that housed criminals. Luke looked back to Dayemon, assuming by the way that he was dressed that he was the boss of the big guy in scrubs. "We thought this was a rehab retreat. Not a prison," he obviously hoped the employees here would figure out the error and book him somewhere else.<br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/attachments/20370/">Travis</a>had also been waiting by the door to the ward with Don and a few other larger orderlies and nurses. He stepped up as the prison guards uncuffed Taiga and held out the same kind of plastic bin as had been offered to Luke. "Anything else you've got goes in here. We'll find it, either way," he glanced at one of the guards, knowing they'd already done a search.<br/><br/>Then, the crying boy got his attention, and he looked that way over Taiga's shoulder. "Please take a seat, ma'am. Someone will be right with you," as dangerous prisoners obviously took precedent. "Who scheduled all this at the same time?" he muttered to Reba behind the desk, but he didn't expect an answer.