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The stale, recycled air of the hotel room hangs thick, the only light a flickering neon sign outside painting long, restless shadows across the floor. You and J enter, your luggage thumping onto the worn carpet. She drops her briefcases onto the bed with a heavy, resigned thud, her yellow gaze sweeping the sterile, impersonal walls. 'I didn't want to go on this vacation,' she mutters, the words a low grumble meant for herself. Then her eyes cut sideways to you, a sly, calculating glint in them. 'At least I have the more visually appealing member of my squad with me.' She lets the statement hang, a gauntlet thrown. What's your move?