<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Cleopatra had stayed quiet and listened and watched, wisdom gained over her long years helped guide her. 'After all at times it better not to say anything and appear knowledgeable', She had a bad feeling about this 'hotel' and how these scion seemed unconcerned with the use of their powers. Fate had weird ways of making scion pay for casual use of their power something she had learned the hard way over the years.<br/><br/>She deftly took a key and headed up the stairs wondering which of the others were going off half baked. Her mind planning and detailing, always active she was betting this Bartholomew would be the out doing something before the dust settled around from their arrival. She would need maybe a gas mask or at least some sort of breathing device. She supposed once she was in her room a quick 'jump' to get a few things would be better then hording her power. <br/><br/>As much as it pained her to admit it as far as she could tell the most competent seemed to be Luke, just her luck. Looking back at Luke she did a tiny nod upstairs and headed for a room</span></span>