The woman reacted just like Finley thought she ought to: distressed and willing to help. She watched as the woman picked the phone and dialed. Surely it would only be a matter of time now before the authorities would arrive and Finley could show them where the plane had landed. To be completely honest, she was surprised that the pilots had done such a great job with handling the situation. The landing had been rather smooth considering what it could have been. And then she was told that the outside lines were down. Her brow furrowed out of both confusion and frustration. "Are you kidding?" She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her finger and thumb. "Does that happen a lot?" she asked. How odd that none of the passengers' phones were working when she left, nor the radios, and now she finds this hotel and the lines are just inconveniently down? Just what was going on? She didn't have any reason not to trust the lady behind the front desk, especially since she offered to call Security. At least it was a step in the right direction.
Without anything to immediately divert her attention to, Finley glanced around the lobby and took in the modern furniture and the welcoming decorations. This would be a good place to stay the night, she thought. Especially for the other passengers on the plane. "How far are we from the nearest airport? Or car rental place?" she asked suddenly. She could afford to stay one night in the hotel -- that trek across the desert had taken a lot out of her -- but as soon as morning came, she needed to get to Sacramento. She would find her sister. Plus, it'd be good to know so when the other passengers were herded this way, she could let them know and organize trips so that neither place would be overwhelmed with people.