She retrieves the small bottle of sedatives from her coat pocket and sets it on the bedside table, then considers them for a moment before deciding against taking one.

If she doesn't sleep well, she can take one tomorrow. Tonight, she's not sure she wants anything messing with her mind and body.

She slips out of the robe and slings it over a chairback, then climbs into the bed and pulls the sheets and blanket up around her, settling into the pillow. It's strange to be in a hotel bed when her own apartment is so near, but there's no chance she'd feel safe enough to sleep there tonight.