regan frost. (contemnere) wrote in ofourowndevice, |
Regan didn't particularly care if someone saw a member of staff entering his room. He didn't particularly care if said member of staff didn't leave again for a considerable length of time, either, or what other people would think or say about that. As a general rule he wasn't in the business of caring what other people thought of him, he knew he wasn't well-liked, or liked at all for that matter, that wasn't the sort of thing he had cared about for a very long time and he wasn't about to change now. It was possible Christine would get in trouble, but he would just tell her what he had before, that she didn't have to stand for it, and that there were certain other employees here at the hotel who did all kinds of unspeakable -- depending on who you asked -- things with guests and faced absolutely no consequences afterwards. Why should her socialising with a guest, especially one as seemingly irredeemable as him, be any different? Why was that worse?
The knock came on his door just as he was shaking his head to dismiss the matter and he rose from the ledge of the window where he had been sitting gazing out at the blackness of the desert beyond the hotel perimeter. When he answered it he gave Christine a smile that was closer to a smirk than anything else. His gaze dropped to her feet. "Do you sleep in those things, then?" he asked her, stepping back and to the side as he did so, permitting her entry to the room.
Regan didn't bother glancing out into the hall to see if anyone was in the area. If someone saw Christine enter the room then so be it. They weren't doing anything wrong, and besides, it wasn't as if there was much else to do in this place, not after you'd been living within its boundaries for the better part of a decade.