Lucy noticed the hunter stiffen as her ID passed along to the reception. She wondered for a moment if there was something she had missed, then remembered her middle name on her ID and almost started laughing. She didn't think of her middle name often, but that was probably more of a giveaway than anything else. She grew curious over the thoughts and questions he might be having. 

She couldn't help but smile upon receiving her ID back, "Thank you, Adam."

Reaching the room, she places the two bottles on the dresser. Lucy grabs the clothes and, without a word, steps into the bathroom, opening the shower. She lets the hot water rush over her for some time, considering her next move. Thinking of the reason she wiggled her way into that cult in the first place. It would be easier if she could find someone to work with who she'd be able to tell the entire story to, but not a [i]hunter[/i]. That's just stupid. She'll just manage with what she has. The smell of coffee moving through the hotel room brings her thoughts back to the present. She dries and dresses.

Stepping out of the bathroom, still drying her onyx black hair, she speaks, "Damn, that smells delicious. Can I ask a cup?"
She hangs the towel and stretches, clearly more comfortable in these clothes.