*watches you move around the room with an interest that belies the knowledge of what you're doing and looking for* *reaches behind her and retrieves a pad of hotel-headed paper and holds it out to you*
*conversationally(, regretfully)* Of course you remember Delving. You remember Ossiriand too, don't you? *tilts her head to the side* You were twenty-three -- no, almost twenty-three -- *as her eyes grow round (as though she's only just realised this)* Oh, six years ago tonight. *smiles* It started so nice and you'd just signed that record deal (and you thought it was hilarious). *musingly* Your name was Raphael then, of course, and all those drugs were free. *picks up a pen to hand it to you too (and it's OK; her hands are still gloved)* You were lucky you held out till morning (and you hadn't hung 'Do Not Disturb' on the door handle) and the chambermaid found you and called the ambulance.