Petya shrugged at Ocean Warrior as Break Neck was taken separated from the rest of the group. No reason to stress over the woman. It would be kind of interesting if she were to die though, considering what the zombie-guy had said earlier. It would be an interesting coincidence if nothing else.

”We found your clothes lying in the hallway, Petya,” Lan told the shapeshifter with a low voice as the others talked. ”They're in my room. How about dropping your clothes there from now on?”
Yet another gentleman joined their group, all polite words and even a bow. Petya didn't pay him much attention, instead reaching for her friends pocket and pulling her keys out.
”Sure, sure. I'll go get them,” Petya slid off the bed and jingled the keys in front of an exasperated yet smiling Lan.

Puppy was rambling anxiously, most of his words nothing but gibberish to the shapeshifter. Petya was about to tell him as much, but the intercom interrupted her. Weird, she'd never thought to be happy about having a concussion before. No-one could stop her from getting that drink now.
”Poor me. I wish I didn't have this horrible concussion,”she bemoaned her 'bad luck' with a heavy sigh before sending a bright smile towards those who would need to leave. ”Well then. Good luck! I'll talk to you later, Lan.”

”So, Puppy,” she turned towards Joshua, looking expectant. ”How about those drinks? I know a nice place not too far from here.”