"But then how?" Justine trusted what Thomas said implicitly, but that didn't put her at ease as much as it should have; something didn't feel right about the situation, and she didn't want to sit around if they were being set up.
"W-we should go, Thomas. Leave. If... if you're sure it's not d-dangerous." She gave his hand a weak little squeeze, looking over to the door as Harry and Mouse made their way back into the room.
"Nothing- at least not that I could tell." Mouse snuffled what was probably an agreement. "Did you have anything with you when you woke up, Justine? The phone, obviously- a bag, or clothes, maybe?" The girl shook her head a little, frowning. "There's a bag, in the r-room, but I didn't want to..." She shrugged, figuring it explained itself. Harry gave a quizzical look back toward the room, and Justine nodded him through, Mouse moving with him (after stopping to purloin a piece of the lamb off the cart that Justine had been reaching for).
Harry returned a minute later, giving a deceptively easy smile to the girl at the table. "It's clean. There's clothes back there, if you want. A bag of make-up or something, too." Girl stuff- or 'woman' stuff, he supposed, although it was still hard for him to think of someone who looked like Justine as a woman. Justine seemed to take the excuse at face value, setting her plate of food aside to head back to the bedroom of the little suite, to get dressed. Once she was gone, Harry pulled a small day planner from one of the pockets of his duster, looking over the dates with a frown.