((Sorry.  I've been, like... not even visiting this site for weeks now...))<br/><br/>For the most part Santi kept quiet the whole ride to their new "home."  She tried to somehow both remain as far from Tim as possible in that back seat, while simultaneously trying to force herself not to look like she was.  Much as she hated it, there was still no denying the frightening appeal mingled with fear at the thought that he could do that entire swallow-her-whole thing again at pretty much any time.<br/><br/>She didn't pay much attention to the conversation between Sam and the cabby.  She picked up enough of it to know he knew the place they were going to, and she had a momentary thought that maybe they didn't want anybody remembering them changing hotels in the middle of the night, but she suspected that as a cabby he'd seen his share of things he wouldn't talk about.  It was part of the profession, from what she could tell.<br/><br/>She followed Sam into the new hotel, her eyes looking around at the sights of the place again.  She'd seen the inside of hotels before, usually with "clients," but again, this was the opposite side of the wall.  She was amazed at how much everything looked the same, despite running from completely different forms of power.<br/><br/>Still... some things were always the same...<br/><br/>"I think I'm going to start with another shower," she said as they headed for the room.  She still felt... well, she still had something on her from Tim's insides, and there had to be blood spots from that beating she'd given him.  Her eyes felt like she'd gotten a bit of pepper in them, too, though surely by now her regeneration would have dealt with that.  No, she just wanted some hot water.<br/><br/>She looked over at Sam.  "Unless there's something specific you have in mind, Sam...?" both Tim and she were, after all, still entirely dependent on him right now.