Turning, seeming a little startled by the woman being so unexpectedly behind her, Sally flicked her eyes over Cynthia and gave her a smile that was salty and sweet before stepping past.  She waits by the elevator until it becomes available, and-- upon entering, notes that Cynthia's checked in by the time it arrives.  She holds the elevator for the woman, dark eyes glimmering faintly under her down-tilted hat as she figures out the card-key slot on the elevator console... a faint, gold light emanates from the display, showing '32LS'... luxury suite?  or lost souls? as the elevator begins to smoothly glide up the shaft.  She adjusts her jeans, taking the opportunity of her down-tilted hat brim to check out the other woman's curves... a little jealously, her own tan skin covering a less dramatic body... before lifting her face again and brushing her fingers over her almost makeup-less face.  "You goin' to the game too?" she asks with a soft West-Texas drawl.