"My head could be a vessel for your own mind, all you gotta do is talk, a flood is slowly building at your wrists now, and death is just a thought."
— Uncomfortable, Chase Atlantic.
In one of the bedrooms of the hotel room, Trixie was sat on the bed, staring at the walls as she let her thoughts consume her. There were two rooms and she, Nina and Inej shared one while the boys shared the other, Colm agreed to sleep on the sofa despite it being his room. They'd originally got a room with two bedrooms for the man in case something happened, almost like Kaz was expecting something to happen, as usual he was right and it angered her.
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