She had nothing to collect herself -- her jacket had deep pockets, and years of living on the road made the essentials easy to pare down to -- so all that was left to do was to take Solomon's arm, and walk with him.

Though Ryder frequented the Hotel often, Raine was less commonly there, and never had cause to go upstairs. Now she followed Solomon's lead, her thoughts split in equal measures between what could have happened in their extended absence and what exactly Solomon was up to here. Neither question had many answers to be found simply in her own mind, and she gave up entirely on inward contemplation by the time he had done checking over the bathroom.

"Fortunate," she said aloud, "as I doubt anyone will have thought to bring those things with them." That was a little dry, acknowledging that no one could have expected this. Raine followed his gesture inside, glanced around briefly, and unfastened her jacket, shrugging out of it. It did not seem to have kept the telling bloodstains, for which she was grateful. The next question, she supposed, was what Solomon planned to do, and that he'd answer soon enough.