Riley couldn't help it. He laughed at being poked with the wrench, and crossed his arms over his chest as the girl ranted at him. "First? I have a name, and it's Riley Finn, US Military Intelligence," he pointed out, reaching out to take the wrench back and drop it on the counter by the toolbox. "Second, if you're going to sneak around, you might not want to be swearing to Hecate at the top of your lungs because that does tend to give you away." He hitched a hip on the corner of the security desk, and jerked his chin towards her. "So what's your deal? Another one of the trillion Slayers who got a mysterious package or letter telling you to come here?" He grabbed a clipboard and pulled a sheet off the top. "Here's all the hotels where the girls have been checking in at, they've all got openings, and the phone number at the bottom is for the main switchboard. Once you get settled, ask for one of the people there by the number and tell them where you're at so we can add you to the directory," he said, holding the paper out. "And what's your name?"