Mhairi's least favorite part of her work days now, was the moment when she had to put on The Shoes.

She'd accepted the frumpy bun she needed to keep her hair in. The generic blue uniform with apron she had to wear, but the shoes...White. Square toed. Low heeled monstrosities.

Mhairi growled under her breath as she heard the squeaky wheel of cart she's pushing in front of her and NOT the sharp clickclick of her heels as she walked. She missed the clickclick!

Approaching the door, there was no 'Do Not Disturb' tag on the handle, with a heavy sigh, Mhairi plastered a smile on her face and knocked. "House keeping!"

She waits a moment, her ear at the door. No noise, from the inside. Mhairi grabs her key and lets herself in. The smile slips from her face, as she looks upon the messy room in front of her.

She pulls the stupid cart into the room, and slams the door behind her. Trash cans emptied, sheets pulled up, bleach applied liberally.

On the the next room. Rinse and repeat.

Mhairi allowed the music of the motel surround her as she worked. Distant sounds of shots fired, stray dogs barking, sirens blaring. The squeaky wheel of her cart as she pushed it to the next room.

She could hear a couple shouting. Panicked and raging. She raised her hand, knocking "House keeping!" they fell silent, their bitter Fear speaking for them.