"Why won't you let me into my room?! I payed for that room and I intend to use it!"

"I'm sorry but I can't let you in if you don't have any identification."

Kurapika put a hand on Saske's shoulder. "Could you at least let my friend here in to get his things?" He asked flashing his hunter license in front of the man's face.

The sole star on the front caught his eye. "W-well I guess I could make an exception just this once."

"Thanks," was Kurapika's reply as he pulled Saske down the hall toward her room.

Stumbled along after him she teased, "were you always this authoritative?" No response.

"Which room is yours?"

"47B."

He sat on the bed as she gathered her stuff. She didn't have much; most of it was still in her suitcase.

A toothbrush, a comb, a towel, her clothes from the day before, and a photograph. As she started to shove it all into the side of the navy bag Kurapika spoke up. "What's that photo?"

"A picture of my family."

"Who's the girl?"

"My little sister," she lied.

"You're not in it?"

"No, I was taking the picture," she lied again.

"She's very cute."

"Yeah... I guess she was."

"Was?"

She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully, "she died in the fire after my parents were murdered." Well, it was mostly true.

"Oh . . . I'm sorry."

"It's okay. We'd better get going before we outstay our welcome."

"Alright, so we got your stuff. Happy now?"

"Yup," she announced.

"Well that's just great," he said sarcastically. "Can we get move on? We have other things to do."

"Right," she said flatly.

"We've been training all day! Can't we take an ice cream break or something?"

"5 minutes."

Saske practically flew into the air. "Score! If only Gashi-Sensei could see me now - learning magic and stuff!"

"Nen, not magic."

"Whatever you say Pikachu!"

"I thought you forgot about that," he said, mentally face-palming.

"Guess again Pika my buddy ol' pal. You're stuck with that till I find something better," she declared with a grin.

The two were both silent for a good couple minutes before Kurapika piped up again. "Don't forget we have to get your hunter licence back before those thieves sell it or something. Good job losing yours in the first week by the way."

Saske's cheeks began to blend in with the scarlet autumn leaves. "I didn't lose it! It was stolen!"

"Same difference."