"I think I like this snazzy new Veronica Mars," he said and smirked. Logan mimicked her half wave at the clerk though he still had the cheeky smirk on his face and he doubted his goodbye was as sincere as hers.
He walked her the short distance to his vehicle and opened the passenger door for her. Damn straight she was checking out of this roach motel. He hoped he could talk her into taking the extra room in his suite where he could keep an eye on her, but baring that it would be enough to know she was somewhere at least clean. "Actually us rich people have hired body doubles to bathe for us while we sit on the couch getting richer." He raised a brow, "Wal-Mart? I do not understand this strange language you speak."