"Well, I don't think you were running around the farms in Anderson," she muttered softly, looking at the woman's death-defying heels. Demeter was good at navigating shoes like that but the brunette seemed to be a master. "I mean, you're Italian, yes? I haven't been out of the States much so I don't know where else it could have been."
The question, as simple as it was, caught her off guard for a moment. "Oh. Yes, sorry. Sixth floor." She had the sudden fear that she'd left her key with Charlie but a quick pat to her pocket settled the knot in her stomach some. "I'm still getting confused with the last hotel I was at."