She hadn't got lost, in fact she'd taken ample time inspecting their new companion's room and finding out as much as was humanly possible about the man before leaving. It wasn't an opportunity they got often, to explore other rooms, so Donny was going to make the most of it. Having thrown as much of Noah's stuff onto his bed as she could carry, she bundled it all in a sheet and headed to the bar to grab a bottle of tequila a bottle of vodka and a bottle of whisky, figuring Noah would find something he liked in there or do without.
"Why are we talking about Monopoly?" she asked as she entered the room, dragging the sheet behind her which she dumped on the second bed. "He's a sheriff," Donny told Mitch with a wrinkle of her nose. "He didn't tell us he was a sheriff," she glared back at Noah. "Your gun's not there and neither are your bear and pepper spray, in case you were hoping for a quick way out," she told him moving to Mitch's side and passing him one of the bottles. "I suspected we were going to need the assist," she said giving him a rough kiss. "Might just make the old man black out enough so we can have some fun," she said with a grin.