Wasn't that how it always went? Get through what they can and figure out the rest later? See what kind of fall-out they'll have to deal with? She knew how this story went, and it usually ended with her getting the short end of the stick somehow. She could only allow herself a little hope that the trust she'd placed in Rebekah wouldn't fall apart like it had with everyone else.

Only time would tell.

"Ok." There's no point in arguing and definitely no point in staying outside in the cold. Of the people she could have asked to show up, she's realistically in the top 3. It's a bleak thought, a homage to what her life had become. She would happily settle for a shower and possibly some food - clean clothes. Basics.

"Are there rooms here?"