Mitch might look like Stiles but he sure didn't act like him and Noah had to remember that when the couple started their exchange. "Lady, let me be really clear on this, there is nothing I'd like more than to go back to my room and get dressed right now," Noah told her gesturing at the door, "but it doesn't seem that I have that option. So we're just going to have to work with it," he said shooting Mitch a hopeful look. "I'm sure we can handle a couple of days stuck with one another, can't we?" he asked hopefully, "and if we can't leave the room, I'm sure your friend would be kind enough to fetch me something to wear from my room?"
Noah gave a small sigh and sat himself down on the end of the bed he'd woken up in, still pretty dazed and confused about what was happening. "Is it just us?" he asked curious to know if this was a hotel-wide event, or just a prank to fuck with the three of them. "Sorry to have to ask but I don't have my phone with me, either," Noah said trying not to pout.