Donny had been sleeping peacefully, happily, after reuniting with Mitch in the hotel. She'd stirred when the light was turned on but hadn't fully woken until Mitch moved and shook her. He wasn't speaking to her, she realised and she came to in one fluid motion, instantly alert, her hand slipping under the pillow and drawing her gun. After everything she'd heard about Ronnie she hadn't been taking chances and being caught naked was bad enough, but naked without a weapon would be unspeakable.
Her eyes followed the trajectory of the gun and she frowned, recognising the man in their room. "It's Mini-Mitch's father," she noted, which didn't make him harmless and didn't explain what the hell he was doing in their room. "Should I shoot him for breaking in?" she asked Mitch with a quirk of her eyebrow, only partly kidding and hoping the threat would elicit some sort of confession from the man. He really did seem to be trying to leave, though.
"What's wrong, Mitch" she asked as she caught the expression on his face, one of some alarm, though not towards the man standing in their room. Something else was at play here and Donny wanted to know what it was.