This was all trippy. Insanely so. She looked skeptically at Adam first, and his insistence that she tell him where her room was. "I'm sorry, but for all I know? You were the one who did that to his lip," she said honestly. "I'm not trying to be a bitch, or distrusting, but I just don't want to leave that guy to just anyone who runs up and says they know him, and who's apparently incredibly eager to get to him before the authorities. So, yeah, I'm sorry. I need a little more than your word."
Then she turned to Justin, taking in what he was saying. His light touch did calm her slightly, though she nearly asked if he worked there, due to his phrasing. She got the impression he was used to dealing with customers of some description. "...Oh, I love Barbados...but wait, okay, New York, and Barbados? I was in Ohio somewhere, I'm pretty sure..." Monica trailed off, frowning.