Hotel: Arizona/Lois
Acclimation was coming hard for Lois as well. No Ultraman, no Owlman, no Lex, or Power Ring, or anyone that should have been there in the form they should have been in. Instead of Thomas there was Bruce, Clark didn't talk to her except to be disapproving on the journals like she was a dog that needed to be brought into heel, and it rankled. Her only ally, if he could be called that, was a man she didn't trust and wouldn't hesitate to offer up as a sacrificial bird. And that was not in her plan.
Her options were limited in her solitude and the fact that she was pregnant, well, it wasn't helping in the least. Change had to come. She either had to continue biding her time, rebuild all the things she lost in this place, or make a fast grab. The latter was far more dangerous and the reward couldn't be assumed. Cracking her neck, she opend the door to the hotel.
Another door? Always a possibility. Marvel? Somewhere else? She closed her door behind her and slipped her key into the front right pocket of her jeans. A little look couldn't hurt. The corner of her mouth turned upwards as she walked down the hallway, her plain black flats making no sound on the carpet.
But where to start? She was still considering when she turned the corner and nearly ran into a blonde -- someone she didn't know -- with a little surprised exhalation. "Shit!"