"/Remind me to never wake you up if I find you sleeping in the lobby,/" Miguel noted ruefully.
He surveyed the damage of the room and shook his head. You'd think that the interior decorators would have considered the boat running into a storm. Apparently not.
Miguel knelt down onto the carpet, beginning to pluck pieces of glass up from the floor. Fortunately, the glass was thick, rather than fine crystal. That meant that most of the pieces were larger rather than tiny slivers. And that made it easier to pick up. Most of these spare rooms would probably be locked up and left once the initial damage was taken care of.
"/Your Spanish is really good,/" he noted curiously. His own Spanish was tinged with the accents of Mexico City's lower class districts. "Donde esta Usted?"