[color=salmon][b]Sara Weaver
  Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - mid-afternoon[/b][/color]





 





 





 Fortunately for Steve the bot escorted him up the stairs and away from Sara. She did not care for him at all, especially after the wink. With the mood she was in right now she was ready to snap. That was her problem with fighting, once she started she couldn’t stop. Even now she was itching for a fight, except Celeste’s attitude was helping to calm her down...making Sara feel extremely awkward in the process.

 Celeste turned back to Sara and gave her a warm smile. "Well, now! Where were we? Oh, yes!" She looked at the bag of caps and opened it, carefully counting out twenty-four. "I appreciate your gesture, but I couldn't possibly let you just over pay. Someone else might think they could under pay as a result, hmm? Please don't be offended. It's not personal." She closed up the pouch, stood on her tip-toes, and tucked the excess back into Sara's hand from across the counter.

 “Oh...umm, okay.” Sara nervously scratched her head, with an embarrassed grin in response to Celeste’s refusal to take her extra caps. When Celeste placed the extra caps into Sara’s hand she felt her heart flutter and her body shivered, especially in places she didn’t feel were appropriate. Sara gave out an extremely nervous chuckle as Celeste walked away from the counter and towards the hall. For a moment Sara was unsure of what to do as her mind was being bombarded with alien sensations. 

 "So!Let's find you a room, shall we?" Celeste purred with delight.  She came out from behind the counter and walked towards the stairs.  "Right this way.  You'll find the rooms have been freshly scrubbed and all the linens are crisp and fresh!"  Celeste sauntered into the hallway.  "Please, take your pick on a room.  They're all available, so whichever one you like will be just fine!"

 Snapped out of her daydream by Celeste’s wholesome tone Sara suddenly realized that she was left standing dazed at the counter, with the spare caps piled in her sweaty palm. “Uh, sure that would be great!” Sara quickly grabbed the rest of her caps off of the counter and stuffed them into her coat pocket before she made her way over to Celeste, trying to compose herself and hide the sudden rosiness in her cheeks. “Really any room would suffice. I’m not that picky.” The duo carried on down the hallway as Sara perused the rooms, unsure of which one to pick. She said she wasn’t picky but she was faced with too many options and couldn’t easily decide for herself. After a few moments of contemplation she settled on one. A quaint little room like all the others tucked alongside the stairwell to the second floor at the end of the hall. 

 “This one will work.” Sara walked inside sitting her pack on the ground, with her rifle resting alongside it. She was rather elated at the site of a clean bed, and a room that wasn’t covered in filth or soaked from a morning rain. Removing her jacket and flannel Sara hung her jacket over the back of a nearby chair and hopefully realized before Celeste did that her figure was visible through her t-shirt so she hastily put her flannel back on and buttoned it up. Playing off the fear of almost exposing herself to Celeste, she sat down on the edge of the bed with a rather audible sigh of relief. She’d never sat on anything more comfortable in her entire life. “I feel like a queen!” Sara awkwardly giggled as she rolled her sleeves up past her elbows on her flannel, revealing the tattoo on her forearm. As Celeste stood in the doorway to the room Sara pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, the sides of her hair had clearly been shaven at some point but had regained most of its length. “So where do we go from here?” Sara inquisitively cocked her head towards Celeste as she un-bloused her pant legs, and began to unlace her boots.