She led him along, walking backwards. After all, she knew the Inn better than her own skin, at this point. If she were blind, she would have happily been able to navigate it the rest of her life.

So she led him up the stairs without so much as glancing back.

"Hanukkah is a holiday commemorating a rebellion. The Maccabean Revolt against the Seleucid Empire. When I was a kid, I was really into reenacting the whole thing. What can I say? Rebel from the start."

She led him into the bathroom. Mercifully empty. And she hopped right into the bathtub, squatting down so that she could peer over the ledge, like she was looking over the wall of a fortification.