Tyrion's stone cold belief that he had somehow died the previous night was fading by the minute. Likely due to his surprise conversations with his runaway wife, and then Daenerys Targaryen, of all people. His mind was still running amuk, trying desperately to figure out whatever he'd just been thrown into, but it turned out to be a lot to sort through in such a short amount of time.
Much more of him wanted to believe this was some sort of paradoxical real life than not - after all, there was his young bride safe and sound, and himself who was apparently no longer locked up. Not only that, but nobody seemed to know him there, or his apparent crime. It was a weird situation to him, one that he had never encountered before, but he saw it as a blessing as much as he didn't understand it. A blessing from the Gods, maybe... or, more likely, Little Finger or someone else who was involved in the murder-and-blame-it-on-the-imp plot. That, at least, was the most comprehensive answer.
Right at that moment, though, he surprisingly had other priorities. Such as keeping his wife safe, whom he still felt a sense of duty towards. No, he didn't love the girl - Hells, he could hardly love anyone, at the moment - but he did like her, and he especially liked her not being dead. He would confess that he'd been worried about her, in the time that he sat alone in his cell in the midst of her absence. Now... well, at least he had her to focus on. And answers. Finally, answers.
"Sansa!" He exclaimed as he turned a corner, running up to her as much as he could whilst already being winded. Trying to avert his gaze to anything besides the awkward shoulder wrap, he took the chance to peek inside her room. "Come," he ushered her as much as he could without actually touching her, "we have to get out of here, at once. There's something... very wrong with this building." Yes, it had already been hinted at, but he refused to believe they were trapped in an entire town full of evil things. The feel of the Hotel alone was enough to give him the shivers.