Unlocking her door Zebel stood at the entrance of her door for a moment or two longer before she walked into the room. She would take his words to thought, but she hoped she wouldn't go to his room tonight, she wanted to be there right now rather then here. She was worried for him, figuring that if she was there with him she would be able to protect him somehow. Though all her mind could think about was how... how did that man have someone watching them, even in the hotel?  Max had said the rooms weren't bugged but... that didn't mean there couldn't have been someone outside their windows watching them.<br/><br/>Looking to the large windows in her room now Zebel moved, walking to them so that she pulled the curtains tightly into place. If there was someone watching her from another room in a different building, she sure the hell didn't want someone watching her all night, or while she was naked in her room, or worse...<br/><br/>"That just isn't right."<br/><br/>Her gazed lingered over the now closed curtains, wondering what kind people that man had working for him? Moving to her bed now, she sat on the edge of it, looking to the wall in front of her as she sighed, something felt off... didn't feel right. Looking around her room she looked to her bags for a moment, they didn't appear to be messed with but.... she could be wrong or she was just thinking crazy shit now. Raising up from her bed she moved away from it and her bags. Making her way to the door now, she opened it and walked out of her room, walking down the hall to Keith's room.<span style="font-style: italic">Now what are you going to do? Bugging him isn't going to help you any, what are you going to do when you two have to fight each other?</span><br/><br/>Zebel had no answer for her mental voice, and knowing that it was right just made her sick. She leaned at the side of his door, just blankly starring at it as she folded her arms over the front of her form, her hand finally came up ready to knock on the door but... it fell on the face of the door with the palm of her hand. No she wasn't going to bother him anymore. Lowering down to the floor beside his door, Zebel pressed her back against the way as she folded her arms around her legs, holding them close to her body as she pressed her forehead to the tops of her knees so that she could rest, even just for a bit.