It takes a great deal of concentration to keep her movements smooth as she steps out onto the pavement and walks to the office door. Her hands don't shake as she opens it and goes inside, smiling at the older man behind the counter and asking for a room. The transaction goes smoothly enough and she's even able to engage in polite, pleasant conversation while she pays in advance and registers under a false name. It occurs to her that its pure luck he doesn't ask to see identification; another hurdle to overcome.

Putting on a convincing but utterly false facade of moderate cheer, she heads back out to Knock Out, waiting until she's settled in her seat again before speaking. "All set. I'm over on the far end, second to last."