Samantha
The blonde gestured for the other woman to follow her as she headed back downstairs, regardless of where Mercy had been headed. "I've got time." Honestly she would always make time for the needs of the Hotel and it's inhabitants (she would have been a workaholic in another life). She headed for her office, looking for some old wooden boards that were stored there, to send up to the third floor where there was, apparently, a broken window. She needed to go and collect the soap from Jacob, assuming he'd finished, because goodness knows he wouldn't make the time to bring them to her. Once the basement pipe was fixed the soap would go quickly.
She looked up from where she'd been collecting the boards and saw Mercy. For a second she wondered what the engineer was doing there and then she remembered, "Right. You have a request?"
Emeril
The bookie stroked his chin and considered the offer and what it would be worth in comparison to the items that had already been bet. "Two jerky strips." He agreed after a moment, opening up the handmade journal and drawing a few pictures, a code that really only he understood. He couldn't write, but he'd found a way around that. Once her bet had been scribbled in he spit in his hand and held it out to Carla, looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to shake on their deal. "You can bring by the jerky at lunch."
The blonde gestured for the other woman to follow her as she headed back downstairs, regardless of where Mercy had been headed. "I've got time." Honestly she would always make time for the needs of the Hotel and it's inhabitants (she would have been a workaholic in another life). She headed for her office, looking for some old wooden boards that were stored there, to send up to the third floor where there was, apparently, a broken window. She needed to go and collect the soap from Jacob, assuming he'd finished, because goodness knows he wouldn't make the time to bring them to her. Once the basement pipe was fixed the soap would go quickly.
She looked up from where she'd been collecting the boards and saw Mercy. For a second she wondered what the engineer was doing there and then she remembered, "Right. You have a request?"
Emeril
The bookie stroked his chin and considered the offer and what it would be worth in comparison to the items that had already been bet. "Two jerky strips." He agreed after a moment, opening up the handmade journal and drawing a few pictures, a code that really only he understood. He couldn't write, but he'd found a way around that. Once her bet had been scribbled in he spit in his hand and held it out to Carla, looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to shake on their deal. "You can bring by the jerky at lunch."