Now that they were a little better acquainted with the hotel and the space it occupied, J'mon's curiosity about the placed slacked and they found themself frequently the same spaces, day after day, as if by routine. They spent very little time in their own quarters, preferring instead to be out among the other residents. It would hugely counter-productive to their nature to lock themself away in that little space, no matter how nice they had tried to make it. And it was just as comfortable in the library, or in the lobby, or in the familiar warmth of the sauna where they so often basked.
For everything that happened in the hotel, though - all the tumult and conflict and chaos - none of it ever seemed to affect J'mon very strongly. There was a constant air of ease around them, something that wasn't just elegance, but a pervasive presence of calm and patience. Even now, as they were delicately laying out the illuminations on a page of a thick tome, they seemed to be in no big hurry to accomplish much of anything. And the work didn't need to be rushed, either. It was all for pleasure. Pleasure took time and attention and dedication.
But they did look up at the sound of a voice and set their paintbrush carefully to one side. "Hello," they smiled, leaning back against their chair and gently brushing their hair back over their shoulder. "I would, but I cannot say that I am well suited to this climate. And one does not need the outdoors, necessarily, when one can bring their animal friends to them." Not here, of course. It would be a disaster if they were to bring woodland creatures into the library. But perhaps they would demonstate if they found a more complimentary environment.