“Adrian,” Zeda called out as he opened the door to the room he had chosen. Adrian turned to look at her, his expression a mix of skepticism and irritation.

She walked up to him while the remaining people still picking rooms glanced at them curiously before disappearing inside.

“Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you quickly before you…” she gestured to the door, which he still held open.

He sighed, shut the door, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Get on with it.”

“I was ...