Red entered the room, raising an eyebrow at Isabella twirling around. She watched Isabella claim the bed, expression unmoved.
"O'if o'it'll keep ye from dancin' around, den dat's fine with me," Red replied dryly, heading to her bed and slipping the bag off the stick. She threw the bag on the ground beside the bed and straightened up, hands on her hips. Her harsh eyes scanned the room. "O'it's not too bad, here. We even got a window. How sweet of... whoever picked de rooms."