Hook and Mercy, sometime later...
The hook for a hand likely gave away his status as a pirate as well, in a way that the trusty leather duster couldn't - though Killian hardly ever parted with both, they were equally important to him. "Aye, it doesn't sound like the building's going to cut us much of a break so we best hurry," he agreed, and there wasn't much on the third floor he was interested in, if Ariel had already moved on - especially if it meant bleeding eardrums from all of the constant bellyaching that sounded like nails scraping down a chalkboard.
"What brings you to the hotel, anyway? Or do you still maintain residence in one of the rooms?" he inquired, good hand on the small of her back to begin the fast track toward a less smelly area. Killian hurried, and he was more spry than his age would suggest - which meant his, "...duck!" when an end table came flying at them was well-timed. Gods, it was like being in one of Henry's video games, and he really hadn't understood those at all.