Caught staring with bewilderment at the less than hospitable motel, Tony had to drag his eyes away from the sight and the contemplation of what it must look like inside when she started to speak to him again. "What?" he asked, not having processed what she was trying to tell him, and still not by the time he said, "No." Climbing to his feet and gathering his helmet, he only followed her half way across the roof and stopped.
"Come on," he instructed, waving her back. "We'll get your stuff and put you up in a hotel and you can get yourself some room service and soak in the tub and not get, you know..." He didn't know how to finish that sentence. What gesture of friendship could those boys in the motel parking lot possibly have for a girl in a leotard? If she was lucky, she might not remember! "If you don't want to talk anymore right now, that's fine. But don't go back there, babe." If he was nice enough, maybe she wouldn't even tell Wanda that Tony was offering the hospitality.