He scoots admirably, the rubber base of the cane squeaking faintly on the polished floors as they make their way to the elevator. "Right - I'll try not to sleep in the middle of the bed then if I can help it," he says and gently checks her on the shoulder with his knuckles just as the elevator door opens. "So long as you don't take all the pillows."

The ride up is a short one, though the hall their room is on is bright enough that it may have come straight from a crayon box. Charlie limps after her down the hall, just a half step behind -- the better with which to bump shoulders with, thank you. He's only a little apprehensive when they reach the door to the room.

"Wait." He covers the card key slot. "I'll bet you lunch that there's a potted topiary bush in there somewhere."