Cain sneered a bit at the ghost who referred to him as a dog, he would have made a retort were it not for the hotel's owner stepping in and telling him what he wanted to know. "[b]Thank you very much.[/b]" He said, adding in an apology for whistling as an afterthought. Cain raised Jack a bit higher so as not to have his shoes dragging across the floor, "[b]Come on you, before you bleed out on the carpet. If that fancy chick in red's titles aren't just a jumble of words some sycophant used to get on her good side, she might try to drink you.[/b]", Cain winced as he heard Avalai screaming from the bar, "[b]Assuming she doesn't go postal before she takes notice of you.[/b]". With little else to say, the wendigo made his way towards the stairs with his luggage and Jack firmly in his grip. Upon reaching the base, Cain looked around to ensure no one was paying him any mind, then lightly gripped Jack's head so that Jack could not look back at him, "[b]Sorry for the roughness. This only works if i'm not being seen.[/b]" Cain explained quickly to quell any concerns Jack might have had. The world blurred as Cain teleported up the first flight of stairs, followed by the second, then the third. Without wasting any more time than necessary, Cain found room 303 and gently plopped Jack in front of the door, "[b]By the way, if you're going to return the shirt I used to stop your bleeding, please wash it first. Just because i'm a monster does not mean I'm against the finer concepts of hygiene and sanitation.[/b]". With that, Cain spun on his heel and began making his way back towards the stairs to drop his bag into his room.