Alexi grabbed up a couple of Archibald's cases- the lucky bastard actually seemed to have more than the clothes on his back.  He shrugged as his suggestion, though, that he got the better of the deal. "I'm not sure what happened, or how long I'll be staying in that room.  Something tells me that, no matter how attractive our friend, she won't be giving me much more than the time of the day for some time to come."  He was about to heft a bag and begin carrying it when Fitz came over.<br/><br/>"So, well, at least we won't have to pay for the rooms- though, I have to ask, won't someone notice a murder?  It strikes me that, eventually, someone will want to sort through who just owns this place.  It will put rather much the limit on the time we have here."  He shrugged. "Still, I suppose there's an agency that will find someone for us to watch the desk until then.  And was there any money in the till?   We need a camera."