“You’re right, let’s get movin’,” Haizea agrees, and checks her person real quick to make sure she’s still got everything. Brass knuckles? Check, they’re on her fist. Knight phone? Check, it’s in her jacket pocket. She doesn’t check it though, not yet at least.

“I’m thinkin’ to get out of this lobby, see if we can find any of the others,” she says, and starts cautiously moving towards the hotel exit. “By the way, how’re you in a fight?” This is maybe a little blunt, but Haizea wants to know if she’s going to have to protect Olivia or not if things go south.