"Yeah well, I'm a bit old fashioned," Charlie counters, leaning around the door frame to give the room a thorough once over. It's not the eyesore that the hallway is - if he had wake up to a wall that green... --, but there's a decided lack of topiaries. He nudges open the door to the bathroom to glance in there too, but no dice. Just a lot of plush towels and small bathroom soaps made to look more expensive than they likely are.

Damn. Looks like she's in luck after all. He sets his bag down and then makes his way over to sit at the end of the bed, stretching his leg out in front of him. "How's the view?"