Ooooh she hated pricks like him, she knew the kind. He was oh-so-snooty with his little manager tag.. In general it was the fact that he was in charge. That was often enough to make her teeth grate.<br/><br/>Instead of letting her anger spill up into her demeanor, she decided to kill him with abject sarcasm.<br/><br/>"Well you see, Michael... Oh that's a cute little name tag! You're here to help! Hmmm how nice... Well, maybe you can help me... Hmm? You see... I was hoping to have a nice time here in the Big Apple... So.. can you do me a favor? Get me a nice suite with a great view, then tell me about the prices, Mmkay, Sweetie. And don't worry, I have money. Big numbers don't scare me too much, ok?"<br/><br/>She leaned against the counter, grinning, one hand rising to push her hair back over the top of her head and back as she gave him a winning, but obviously faked, smile.