It took Weiss every shred of her remaining strength and willpower not to just drop Scarlett on the cheap hotel bed, instead slowly lowering her down. As tired and stretched thin as she was, she knew that Scarlett was not in good shape after her one-sided battle with the pole. Conduit or not. Weiss knew she needed ice. If anything, it would help the poor young woman feel better.
She also knew that a cheap hotel like this didn't have any ice.
There was a brief flicker of her father's words in her head, telling her not to use her abilities except to show her power.
She quickly silenced his voice.
She chilled her hand down and laid it against Scarlett's forehead, smiling to herself as the unconscious woman pressed her head into the hand.
The immediate danger taken care of, Weiss began to really feel the ache in her muscles from carrying Scarlett up the stairs. Stupid broken elevator. Oh well. At least she was a few hundreds lighter.
Drop enough money on the table, and any deal greeter will lean down to re-tie their shoe while accidentally leaving a key on the desk.
Now lying to police was a whole other matter. Weiss knew she would have to stay up and keep watch. She lasted a valiant half-hour.

The first thing Weiss noticed was that she was sweating. Weiss never sweats. Another side effect of her father's "gift" to her 3 years ago, was that her body temperature never got high enough to be considered hot. This train of thought was interrupted by the second thing she noticed.
She was being spooned.
'Oh crap. I fell asleep and Scarlett must've dragged me into the bed!' Weiss wasn't an expert in bedside partners, but she could definitely figure out the female form when she felt it.
And boy did she feel it.
'Ok Weiss. Just slip out and go make breakfast. It'll be easy.'
Weiss moved her leg to the edge of the bed. Scarlett held her tighter. Weiss tried moving her other leg.
Same result.
Weiss tried shifting her weight further away.
"Aw, come on. Stay for a bit. You're the best part of this bed."
Weird stopped dead, then slowly shifted herself back into Scarlett's arms.
"We've got to get up sometime."
"But does it have to be now?"
"…. I suppose not."
Time passed.
"I'm sorry I tried to get up. I thought you were still asleep."
"Were you going to leave me?"
"No, I was going to go make breakfast." If one thing could ever be said about Weiss, it's that she rolled with the punches.
"Ooh." Scarlett said, pulling her closer. "Are you a good cook?"
"Relatively. I'm no gourmet, but it will definitely taste good."
"Thank you Miss Schnee."
Weiss's heart rate jumped 20 beats in half a second. "You know me?"
"Who doesn't?" Weiss let her sad, barked laugh answer for her.
"Does anyone else know you like this?"
"Do you? I don't even know your name."
"Ruby. Ruby Rose. Nice to meet you Miss Schnee."