Well, that might put a cramp on things. She was glad that she changed things up. Because she did not want this place exploding before Dan got what he wanted, all that he wanted. Momentos were important. Sometimes they were what got you through.
Bryn followed him through to the apartment. She leaned against the doorframe of the door that seperated the caretaker's living quarters from the rest of the hotel. Within earshot, and almost eye, at the same time she gave him some privacy. She tugged one of her keepsakes from the inside of her blouse. Seven tiny little braids, well cared for, and kept on a bit of leather. She ran her fingers over each. all varied shades of red, except for one, it was nearly black, yet if you looked at it in the sun, even it too had the ginger look to it.