Amy followed Locke's dash up the stairs and down the hall. As he produced a key from his pocket and used it to open a room, she smirked to herself. Knew it, she thought, I knew he nicked those keys.
Still, now they were in private, in a smallish hotel room for one. "Well," Amy sighed, "not the most useful of accommodations we could've hoped for, but it'll do for a night." Spotting the small en suite bathroom, Amy said, "I call first shower. And I'm gonna lay my clothes on that radiator to dry, so you'd better not peek. I am a married woman." She dumped her purchases unceremoniously into a dresser drawer, taking a few choice items with her into the bathroom. As she shut the door behind her, she called out to Locke, "Take the bed if you want. You've had a long day."