Inside. That's a place for two-leggers, not wolves. She frowns for a moment, then rises somewhat unsteadily to her feet. The ground seems too far away, now, and she feels as if even a light shove would topple her. But it's also easier to hold the knife, and that makes her feel a bit better.

"How far inside?" she asks, eyeing the hotel warily. She doesn't like the thought of being cornered indoors.