Marcus pulls into the parking lot of the Days Inn just off of I-80. He had given the girl in the passenger seat a t-shirt he had bought at the flea market, for the sake of her modesty and to cover her wounds. "Help will be here soon." He gives her an encouraging smile. "Sit tight. I'll be right back." Marcus walks up to the office, pays cash for a room and strides purposefully back to the Jeep. Lucky number seven... Collecting the girl, he enters room seven, making straight for the bathroom. After running a washcloth under some warm water, he hands it to the girl before sitting down to keep a lookout for his sovereign's Hummer. "I know things were a bit mad before. I'm Marcus. I don't mean to push, but do you remember your name... or just something to call you, besides the girl with the mean round-house kick?" Marcus has a glint in his eye and a grin on his face which he hopes will break the tension.