Moretti's hotel room, soon to be left behind for a better Haven.
An ash tray half filled with butts rested on the shitty table, two rough wooden chairs pushed in. Two beds, completely untouched save for crinkles where she laid on top; a crappy coffee maker on a table; a cheap upholstered chair in the corner. It wasn't the Ritz, at all. But it protected her from the sun well enough, and that would do while she was about to move.
"So, that was amazing. You know how to use that perilous Nest? Might be a little less perilous when our... new friends and their Fire are gone. You find anything out in the basement? Anything we can use?"
She looked like she was pondering a mystery.
"I have no fucking idea what they were, by the way."