Mia came down the stairs at a half-run, for no particular reason except that she could. She was wearing a news-boy style hat backwards, shorts, tshirt, and socks-- no shoes today. Why bother when she wasn't leaving the hotel? She skidded slightly as she turned towards the kitchen and dining areas, still half-running. Maybe she just felt like exercise, she reasoned to herself. The fitness room was too large and dark, and besides, the equipment in there was too large for her to do too much with.
As she half-ran, half-slid past the door to the kitchen, she took a deep breath. Canteloupe? No way. The sound of a girl running gently into a wall, accompanied with a soft 'oof,' could be heard as she brought herself to a stop and turned back. Walking at a normal pace, she didn't have any problem keeping traction as she approached the kitchen for the second time. Sticking her head in, she saw the red-head who had found her and brought her here originally. Landon.
At that point she walked in, waving. "Hi. Landon, right?" She hadn't had much opportunity to speak to him since she arrived, but she'd had a lingering want to get to know him better. Maybe it was just the fact that he'd saved her life, but having someone to talk to sounded like a good idea. "Are you going to eat that whole thing yourself?" She asked, trying not to sound like she was begging for a piece.