Boyd slid off the windowsill gratefully when she heard the knock. She hadn't given in, hadn't taken any pills. And so when she opened the door, she tucked a strand of long red hair behind her ear with fingers that were a little shaky from the jitters of not medicating. She took both of Hannah's hands, and she tugged her inside. "I'm so glad to see a friendly face," she told her honestly. She'd missed her friend, and she very much wanted someone to talk to right now, someone who wouldn't go and get themselves killed if Boyd was open with them.
"You have any trouble finding the place?" she asked, letting go of Hannah's hands and locking the door locks - every last one. She'd picked an expensive hotel (and the concierge floor) intentionally for all the surveillance, but she was still being as careful as she could possibly manage.