"We serve three meals, nince, noon and five. You've got radios in your rooms, no tvs, no inroom phones, but theere is one there at the bottom of the stairs to the hallway. You may choose any room."
Myka stared around the landing at the doors around her for a quick moment, before asking, "Is there anywhere I can get a drink? You know, like a drink drink?"
"What would you like?"
"Whiskey mead."
"I can do that."
"Great. Please do that." Myka stepped into a room and away.
"She hates traveling," Pete suggested, after Myka had shut the door.
"She loves traveling. It's the places she's travelled to that's the problem," corrected Leena. "Can I get you anything?"
"No, no, I'm fine." He glanced around the landing nervously, wondering if any room might be better than the others in any way, except for Myca's choice. "Everything okay?" he asked, while Leena watched him with a strange look on her face.
"You're a lucky man, Pete," she said dreamily.
"I am?"
"You're in tune... Very rare."
Pete smiled strangely. "I don't know what that, uh... Are you connected to Artie?"
"Let me know if your bed is big enough for you." Leena walked off and descended the stairs, knowing Pete watched her, and what he watched.
"Couldn't sleep either?" Pete asked as he approached the porch.
Leena turned and smiled at him.
"Sorry, I thought you were... wow. No city lights blocking the view. Leo..."
"Cygnus. The lion and the swan." Her eyes drifted over his body before returning to his face. "Maybe with some exercise you'd sleep better."
"Exercise?"
"Is that bed big enough for you? Is there room for me?"
"Umm, oh. Yeah. Exercise."
"Come on." She took his hand. "Sagitarius is up there too. Maybe I'll let you shoot a few arrows."
Pete followed her back upstairs to his room.