Kay turns her head to look at Adriaan appraisingly; well, it *would* be better than just sharing a room with a drunk. "That'd be just fine. The alcohol hit Jon here really, really hard," she says, "And I'd be afraid if we let him sleep on his own, why, he might get into any trouble you could think of." She doesn't let go of Jon- nor does she shrug off Adriaan's other arm. She doesn't even realize that she's an object of suspicion, either, being so... focused on the bartender.