"I see... Lord Barst..." Without further comment the receptionist began flipping through her book of reservations, though Hunt could have sworn he saw her subtly roll her eyes when he mentioned being called a hero.
"Hmm... Ah, here we are. You must be Mr. Hunt? The Lord booked the entire west wing's second floor for your group. Here are your keys." She handed him a ring of rather intricately carved keys to distribute to the group, each emblazoned with a black room number on the bow. Once Hunt had taken them, she gestured to the bellhops standing around the lobby.
"If you need assistance with your luggage, the hotel staff will be happy to assist you." Though her tone lightened a bit when she verified that Lord Barst had paid for the group's accommodations, it was still pretty obvious she was not thrilled with their presence.
Once she had been handed her key from James, Lilly flagged down a bellhop to carry her bag and made her way to her room. Along the way, she encountered a few businessmen, minor nobles or diplomats, all staring and wondering what a militia-woman was doing in a hotel like this. For the most part, Lilly ignored their stares and kept walking, making sure to quickly close the door to her room after she arrived. In her uniform, she looked like a commoner - someone who didn't belong here. If she wanted to avoid stares like that, she would need to change into something more presentable after showering. Like James had said, the barracks showers were woefully lacking.
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Thanks to having decent water pressure for once, Lilly actually managed to complete her shower in a timely manner for the first time in weeks. Finally, she felt truly clean. After drying herself, she donned a nice, blue summer dress from her luggage and tied her hair back with a matching ribbon. Turning from side to side she inspected her appearance in the mirror, making sure she looked presentable. While she considered her current clothes to be simple casual wear, they were certainly well made and quite fashionable by most metrics. In a pinch, they might almost pass for formal wear. There was just one last thing she needed to do before returning to the lobby.
Thud
In a very un-ladylike action, Lilly took a flying leap and dove onto the bed. Sinking into the feathered mattress, she let out a sigh of contentment. This was going to be so much nicer than sleeping on the barracks cots... It had looked soft when she walked in and her crash landing confirmed that assessment whole heartedly.
... Alright, well enough of that silliness. After taking a few minutes to enjoy the softness, she straightened her hair and dress before heading out the door. If she lay there too much longer, she might actually fall asleep. At least she knew this weekend would do wonders for resting up. Needless to say, with her clothes changed, she got far fewer disapproving stares from the aristocrats on her way back to the lobby.
Possibly a first for squad four, Evan was actually the first person back in the lobby. This was partially a combination of him traveling light, but mostly due to his advanced age completely erasing any cares ghe had about what other people thought of his appearance. Dressed in wrinkled slacks and a faded shirt, he stuck out like a sore thumb while he waited for the rest of the squad to meet, wondering if Hunt was going to give them any orders. With any luck, they would just get set loose to do what they wished without any more military formalities.
