She's half tempted to tell him to open his own damn doors, but that's a level of petulant that she doesn't want to stoop to. Grudgingly, she heads in the direction that he motions, letting him show her where this private room of Ekkehardt's is. And when they get there, she'll just as grudgingly open the door for him, moving into the room behind him and shutting the door again.

The sooner she gets this over with, the sooner she can tell him to leave. With the blanket clutched around her shoulders, she can't cross her arms to show her displeasure, but it's certainly there on her face.

"Alright. Out with it."