With one last curious glance over at his brother, Harry finally bit the bullet and reached out to knock on the door, speaking in a voice he hoped would carry into the room. "Justine? It's Harry. Dresden, and Thomas. We were-" He didn't have the chance to finish, before the sound of shuffling could be heard on the other side of the door. Mouse's ears perked up, and he stood in anticipation of the response, making Harry tense until he noticed the wagging tail.
There was a second of pause, before the sliding locks on the door were pulled away hastily, and the heavy wood was pulled back to reveal a waif of a girl. Her hair was black (dyed, expensively so, back to its original state), drawn up into a loose bun with a hotel pen. Delicate curves of pale skin were just barely covered to a 'modest' degree under a plush white bathrobe, which threatened to fall away as she all but leapt from the doorway into her lover's arms. Catching herself at the last moment, she drew the material more tightly around herself, stopping just short of physical contact, looking up at Thomas with lost, hopeful eyes.
As if on cue, Mouse let out a very soft huff, turning off and heading back down the hallway. "We'll just... check the floor, for-" Harry didn't bother finishing the thought, grateful the dog gave them an excuse to give his brother and Justine a moment to themselves.