Wes came off as really nice and she wasn't getting a feeling that he wasn't getting any sort of off feeling from him. So as far as things were going, she wasn't bothered at all. He'd offered his ear, which was pretty dangerous, considering she'd just talk forever if prompted...mostly because she grew up with people kind of looking around her instead of at her.
"Thanks for the warning," she said passing by him. "I probably would have if you didn't tell me. My relationships are pretty short-lived thanks to the hotel, so I don't really get a chance to figure out what I'm doing." She shrugged as she spun around slowly in place.
"So you were a desk jockey." The foosball confession made her smile. "I haven't played that in years, so I'll definitely need a good coach to get me back up to snuff."