He watches her go, and looks at the hotel. He's slept in worse, being under his handlers and... His eyebrows furrow. Sometime in the past. He's not sure when, though.

Seeing her come out, he gets out of the car and locks it. They won't be using it again, anyway. He'll grab something while he's out tonight. It's dark, but not late enough for him to leave yet. Once they're in the room - and he's cased/inspected it - he scrubs a hand over his face. "You should eat. I'm going to sleep a couple hours, and then go... retrieve things."