Christine was at the front desk, ducked below searching around for the pen she had dropped, and she popped up as soon as she heard the voice. The woman walking in was a bit more rough for the wear than most of the guests who came in and she immediately grabbed a bottle of water and crossed around the desk, extending it to the woman.
"Here, drink this." She affected what she hoped was an appropriately distressed demeanor, complete with widened eyes and concerned furrowed brow. "Now tell me, what exactly happened?" Sometimes, just sometimes the things that brought people to the hotel just had to be so dramatic, didn't they? Still, after several broken down cars, a plane was a hell of a thing. She wished that she could see it, just to see it, and she frowned down at the woman.
"You need medical attention. We have a doctor on staff who can help you... you're a mess, honey."