“You know... I could eat.” Though she sometimes threw herself into impression management, the smile Sam gave Rick at his question, and offer, was appreciative and sincere. “So I think I'll thank you, and take you up on the offer, cause room service is sounding great; we can get crackin' on the facts and our possible avenues of investigation that much faster.”

The adept hadn't forgotten the ritual debris left in her room's bathroom (the only windowless room she'd had available) but she wasn't bothered; if Rick asked about the phone books and bottle, the explanation of how she'd gotten hold of him was probably solid compensation for the food.