Between the two of them, short work was made of carrying and stowing Archibald's baggage. Unpacking would have to wait; the closet was inadequate in any event, and so far it didn't seem that having a wrinkled shirt was going to be much of a social disadvantage around here. Not when compared with, for example, killing a hotel clerk.<br/><br/>"He wouldn't have actually killed someone, would he have?" Archie asked Alexi, pointing a thumb back in the general direction of the front desk. "I mean, blood could be just a fistfight or somesuch, right? He seemed rather casual about the whole thing."<br/><br/>"I suspect you're right about the proclivities of your roommate. Don't take it personally, though. These days it's entirely likely that she's drawing her pay from the other team, as they say."<br/><br/>Archie rifled through his luggage to retrieve the small amount of cash he'd stored for emergency purposes. It wasn't much, even assuming that pounds sterling were accepted as currency anywhere near here. He peeled off half of the bills and handed them to Alexi. "I don't know how you're set for funds, but this should at least buy a few meals until Yazkov finds us a paying client. Though I suspect he has something in mind already."<br/>