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Even before she knew for certain that it was the first of a month, Snow’s body had started bracing for it. She was wary and tense, preparing to cope with yet more people in the space of the hotel. It seemed that no sooner had she adjusted to whoever had showed up the last time, there was someone new again.

She didn’t want anything to do with the lot of it. That was what those busy women on the welcome committee were for. She didn’t think the committee was a stupid thing, not at all. Focusing on settling new people in kept the lot of them busy and away from her, and that was where she wanted them. They terrified her.

Snow White had only come into the main building to forage for food. The original plan was of course to turn right back around and escape before the expected rush (small or large) of new people to flood in.

But that was of course not what happened. When a universe was a pocket, it had less to focus on and fewer people to fuck with, and so Snow was entirely certain it was fucking with her when she was the one in the lobby when a new face came through the door.

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"As far as I know, there isn't anything outside the inn. You go out a certain distance and you end up back here. But it's not like this at home." Having money, or generally not having money, was a big deal where she was from.

Jane tried to process what she was hearing. She hadn't tried exploring. To be honest, she was afraid, she'd get cut off from the hotel and it was all she knew right now.

"I think I'm going to have to start taking notes about the different things that people know of their world to see what might be familiar to mine." She shrugged, "if something is familiar to me. Since this place seems to be different than what people are used to." At least the few people that Jane's met.

"That might help," Dot agreed, wondering again what could have happened to make Jane lose her memory. "You can ask me anything, and you can always get a notebook from the gift shop. They have some pretty ones, if you like pink."

Jane found that amusing and laughed softly, "I think I've learned since being here that too much pink isn't something I like. But my room isn't that bad really." She actually thought it was nice but she was getting kind of tired of the flowered wallpaper.

"And you might regret offering to answer my questions, but thanks."

"You can't be nearly as bad as my brothers kids." She laughed too. "And my room isn't too bad either, it's a lovely green wallpaper and Curier and Ives prints on the walls."

Dot rather liked it, but she'd seen a few rooms that she didn't think at all would suit her.

"Mine has flowers on the wallpaper. It feels like I'm in a garden. Sometimes it's a lot of flowers but it's actually peaceful when my mind can't rest." The edge of Jane's lips curved up, "and that's a lot of nights."

"Well," Dot said after a long moment of consideration, this woman who didn't know who she was needed a friend. Dot was good at that. "I'm in room 176, if you can't sleep and your flowers aren't helping come and wake me. I'll make you some cocoa or hot milk."

Jane was pleasantly surprised with the offer and her expression showed that. "Thanks. I wouldn't disturb your sleep with my insomnia, but I do appreciate the offer. If I can't sleep and I see your light on, I'll knock."

She then added, "I'm in room 216, if you ever can't sleep." Jane laughed softly, "I can guarantee that I'll probably be up so don't worry about waking me."

Dot laughed, pleasantly amused. "Oh I sleep like a log, unless Miss Phryne is out doing something dangerous, which is often enough that I can make do with missing a bit of sleep."

"Has she found something dangerous here?" It was asked mostly out of curiosity as Jane still hadn't taken a grand tour of the hotel's surrounding areas.

"Not really," she admitted. The inn was fairly safe and lacking in intrigue. And Phryne was a bit wrapped up in her new relationship with the Inspector.

Exciting enough for her, Dot supposed. For now.

"But she does have an uncanny ability to find herself in situations."

"That sounds like it can be both fun and tiring." There was a little bit of wistfulness in her voice at the thought. Jane's life was complicated enough but she could admit that the quiet of the hotel could also get on her nerves.

It wasn't like she had anything to compare it to, but she did feel restless sometimes, like a caged animal.

Fun and tiring, Dot nodded and poured herself more tea.

"That sounds about right, but I wouldn't change a thing."

"She sounds like a really good friend to have." Jane was a little wistful but she'd made friends with Molly and there was silent acknowledgement that they'd probably be fun and tiring friends, too.

"She is," Dot agreed. "She changed my life."

Whatever else happened, Phyrne would always have a friend in Dot because of that.

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