"Me either," Erica replied, lining herself up, "but it's just math, right? Knowing your angles and your calculations." She took her next shot, smiling a little as she sank the ball. She could actually grow to enjoy this game... a lot.
"Erica Reyes. I got here on the 12th." A large number of them seemed to arrive on the 12th, but Erica wasn't trying to do that math. Not yet. She'd been too busy finding out that, despite all the fight she'd put up, she'd been the only one to die in the bank vault that she and two others were held hostage in.
"I suppose the right response would be welcome to the hotel. But I mean, let's be real... it's more like 'welcome to the shitshow' isn't it?"