Marissa eyed the concierge, feeling just a tad disconcerted at the way he phrased things. Oh well. "How big are those suites? Hmm.. and what sort of room do you get for that per-week thing? Just a single? Or a double, or a suite?" She looked at him with hopeful eyes, then batted her eyebrows in a mildly flirtatious manner, her fingers entwining themselves around a nearby pen that was attached to the counter and guestbook as she proceeded to twirl it around in idle circles.<br/><br/>"Not sure.. I'll be here for awhile, but- see what the others say first.." She pauses to listen to them speak, looking from Kim, to Mira, then waiting for Rhys. To Mira, the flame-haired woman inquires in the meantime, "Why not just take a double and split it down the center? You still save fifty a week.."<br/><br/>Then she murmurs to the concierge as a thought hits her. "So gentlemen," she pats Rhys on the shoulder, "Usually get to pay more?"