Leila had spent a portion of her day similarly to Michael; she'd reviewed notes she kept, both information disclosed to her on the employee side and observations of her own that she made. The idea of being on the other side of one of the hotel tests was intriguing; she'd been a guest in the hotel during the last one and hadn't found it particularly trying, though she remembered some had taken it very hard. She could only imagine how much worse it would be now, given modern dependency on television and the internet for news.
After reviewing her notes, she'd packed an emergency bag - it didn't look like much more than a classy leather satchel, the sort modern women used for handbags - but inside was filled with a flashlight, a first aid kit, and a supply of various sedatives. Most were mild; the point of the test was to be a test, and sleeping one's way through it was hardly productive from the hotel's standpoint, but at the same time, if someone truly couldn't handle it, Leila wanted to at least be able to take the edge off. The stronger, in a capped syringe, was in case anyone became a danger to themselves or others during the course of the test.
Feeling more or less prepared, Leila then did her best to get as much sleep as possible; she wasn't usually nocturnal, but she was used to pulling long shifts and the need to get what sleep one could when it was available was a habit long developed from med school. She wanted to be up and mobile during as much of the test as possible, which was why she ended up at Ignite as the witching hour grew close. She'd been making rounds, so to speak, chatting with a few of the guests here and there when Michael's presence caught her attention. Excusing herself, she joined the manager at the bar, sliding onto a barstool opposite the woman and seeing more than hearing her name spoken to the bartender. Following their gaze to the intoxicated hotel guest, it wasn't hard to at least guess at what they were discussing. "Problem?" she asked quietly. She had an eye on the woman, but apart from needing to switch to water, Leila hadn't felt the need to step in, though she was ready to do so.