[Chrissy figures that guy isn't exactly doing anything but choice, and laughs as Johnnie leads her toward a side entrance. This place is nicer than where they usually stop, with interior hallways and art hanging on the walls. It's likely mass produced, but who cares? It feels fancy.

As they move through the hallway and follow the signs toward the elevator, she starts to move slower and slower. She has to adjust her hold on the bag a few times, and winds up having to stop and set it down.]

Hey, Johnnie? I think I need some pain pills or something when we get in the room. I'm really hurting, and it's starting to feel weird when I breathe.

[She just needs rest, she's sure. Her ribs are being the worst, but a good sleep will take care of everything. She pushed herself pretty hard on his birthday and then spent hours on the back of a bike the next night. It's no wonder her body is really starting to protest.]