He wouldn't exactly leap to call this place adequate. Mediocre, maybe. Once they're at the room it takes two experimental jiggles of the switch to get the flickering lights on. Daniel scans the place with a dubiously raised eyebrow. Two beds, slightly peeling paint, and an ominously large bolt system for the door. And probably no wi-fi, the bastards.

"Cheery," Daniel remarks dryly, stepping inside and draining the coffee in two or three gulps despite the unpleasant not-unlike-battery-acid aftertaste. Well, he's stayed in worse places.