Marissa drags her own luggage up the stairs, with or without the help of the bellhop, her heels muffledly clicking against the carpet as she heads down the short corridor, trying every lock with her key until she finds the room that was hers. Using a foot to prop it open, she then drags her two bags into the room proper before leaving them untouched by the side of the bed and flopping down onto the mattress face-first, sighing to herself.<br/><br/>A few seconds passes, before the flame-haired woman finally extricates herself from the blanket and wanders over to the window to fiddle with the hatch and pull it up, throwing it wide open to let the air and smells and sounds of the nearby city drift into the room. Her eyes drift over the 'grill,' "Hmmm.. I'm famished. What time is it?" She looks at her watch, "Bejeezus!"