The man - who was starting to cement himself as 'Dipshit' in Lina's head - seemed way too amused with the situation for Lina to handle. For a moment, she very nearly just turned and flew at him, but at the last moment she plastered a bright, fake smile on her face instead.
"Gee thanks, Mary Sunshine! They should, like, totally get you to write the brochures!" And then just as quickly, the smile was gone and she was all and out scowling. It didn't help when the elevator doors opened with an altogether way too cheerful little ding. Ding! First floor, check-ins and receiving, seventh layer of hell. Which way to the bar? She spotted a sign and stormed off, at this point wondering if anyone would stop her if she just grabbed a couple bottles and went back up to her room. The idea was certainly tempting.