Outside of the hotel, the booming thunder of a motorcycle is heard as a leathered rider rides up the driveway, steel bike belching fiery smoke. Her boot hits the ground with a crunch as she swings her knapsack over her shoulder and unholster her shotgun. She scrapes some crud off of her horn and walks into the front door of the hotel, reeking of burnt rubber and leather.
"So... this is the hotel I'm gonna be staying at?"