Lacuna plays guide to Hamia to the motel room that has been her own for a few nights now.
It's a piece of shit. Cheap, and management asks no questions.
How many times had she and her crew ambushed a pack of monsters living or preying of the residents in a place like this?
Shaking the thought from her head she leads the Talon to her room, unlocks the door, paint peeling but surpusingly not hanging of the hindges awkwardly. Seens the blond had already set her tools to her temorary home. The once Hunter strides purposefully inside. Leaving the door open for the burnette to follow her.
"Fucking hell!" come a curse and a banging sound. "Remebered where my coffee maker was, bloody thing is at the bottom of the closet." more grunts and cursing is heard as the near giantess squats down to dig through her belongings.
Eventually she stands, off white coffee maker in hand, she washes it out quickly before plugging it in. A filter is placed, the coffee ground next. Water goes in the tank and she flips the switch.
All that was left was for it to brew.
"So..." she begins, but trails off, taking a seat on the lone lumpy mattress and offers the only decent chair to her guest.