Now Marissa was really intrigued.<br/><br/>She patted the purse she was carrying along with her, but shook her head to the man's words. Nope, certainly no money stolen. Finally managing to stifle the grin shot at the two men chasing after the swimming-trunk-clad faux-concierge, she shook her head wryly and began to wander off instead, heading toward the main door of the hotel slowly as Kim continued to speak to the rightful heir of the counter.<br/><br/>Stepping outside for some fresh air, she paused just outside the doors and glanced around. Her eyes looked around for said Sad Mary. Impersonator or not, The Ramble couldn't be that bad!