“No don't-!” Ivy calls after Arty frantically, an arm reaching for the solace of her best friend. Her hand drops with a sigh and her tone turns sour when Arty’s door clicks. “-leave me.” She turns back to Jacob, then goes on to the kitchen, playing with the charm he gave her. When she realizes it, she hisses through her teeth and drops it as though it burns her. 

Winter snaps out of the song with a small shake of her head. She shrugs in answer to his question. “I don’t know, but I doubt it. People don’t usually live in hotels.” She pauses when she realizes that anyone who had experienced a hotel would know that. “Would you like to take a look around? Hotels can be fun if you know where to look,” she grins playfully.