"Well," Mulder said, looking around the room. "It's definitely under renovation." He turned to look at Scully as she entered behind him and stood by his side. "What do you think?"
Scully sighed and pulled the door closed behind them. "Are you sure there aren't any other places around here?" she asked, suddenly feeling very weary again. Without waiting for Mulder to answer, she moved further into the room and took a seat on the cold, cement floor. There, she looked around and took in her surroundings.
Their room was empty. As in the completely, without anything in it at all type empty. It was a smallish room, square in shape with a rectangular window overlooking the dull parking lot out on the street. A thin layer of dust lined the windowsill and the floor alike. There was no carpet, no furniture at all (least of all a bed) and it was cold.
Scully felt a shiver go down her spine at the thought, and she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them in an attempt to stay warm. She glanced up briefly as Mulder moved over and crouched down beside her, then focused back on the room's interior.
"Sorry. Even if there was somewhere else, it's not safe," Mulder finally answered. He joined her in checking out the room and found his mood dampening even more. "I'll go down to reception in a little while and get some blankets for us," he told Scully quietly. "It might make this 'room' a little more comfortable. There's not much else I can think of. Unless you have a better idea?"
"No, no. That's fine," Scully replied with a defeated nod. "See if you can get some food as well while you're there."
Mulder smiled grimly at her. "You read my mind."