On her way to the room, Scarlett felt a hand on her arm as her manager pulled her to the side. He had told her that the man in Room 4 was a "special guest" that had to be treated with the utmost respect. She had nodded, assuming he was a regular with a<span style="font-style: italic">lot</span>of money. That's usually what the term "special guest" meant.<br/><br/>The brunette definitely had not expected to walk in to what she saw. She froze in the doorway for a moment, hazel eyes taking in the room. The blood, the smashed plates, the poor man who was most likely dead. Eyes paused on the man that was standing. She recognised him from somewhere but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.<br/><br/>Realising she was staring, she jumped out of her gaze and carefully moved towards the table - not wanting to startle him. She bent down, beginning to gather the plate shards into one pile. She had barely registered what he'd said to her, taking a moment to reply to his words. "The.. owner. Yes, I'll go get him." She stuttered, standing up with half the plate in her hands. It was difficult to stay unfazed by the entire situation. "My price?" She asked, tilting her head. Was he offering to pay for her silence? She certainly needed the money, but Scarlett wasn't the kind of person to accept money from others. Especially this guy, she didn't want any ties to him.<br/><br/>"I don't have one." She stated, still trying to figure out why she recognised him.