There was a man looking in through their motel room window, wearing tan pants and a short-sleeved plaid shirt. He had a camera. He was trying to take photos, but he was frustrated -- it was too dark in the room. He didnt know who was in there, and he had to find out; it was urgent. He aimed the camera again at the inch or two of open curtain.

Glasses on the bed rather than on his face, Vexin could feel a weird chill touch his spine as he felt like he was being watched. He looked around with curious teal eyes, confused as he reached around a bit for his glasses.

There was a noise, a slight shifting, like someone standing nearby. Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, Electa looked to the curtains. The curtains were open a crack, just and there was the dark outline of a man, standing on the walkway outside.

Vexin got his glasses and put them on, once he could see he just about yelped as he saw the shape a bit. He automatically took it in and his mind understood what it was, but also took it as a threat. He fell back off the bed, back hitting the floor with a thud.

"Shh!" She hissed. After that, she fell silent, gazing at the window and tapping her fingers on her knee. "Okay. Whoever it is can't know for sure it's you, or else he wouldn't have been trying to look in. But hes going to be watching the room now -- weve got to get out of here somehow without him seeing you. Or me."

He silently rolled over and got to a stand, looking to her with worry.

Electa already seemed to be planning what they should do. "The bathroom window? I could kick the screen out."

She jumped as the phone rang.

He jumped as well at the sound, but quickly went over to it. He looked to her. "Should I pick it up?" he asked softly.

She met his eyes. "Depends. How good of a liar are you?"

His teal eyes became a bit worried, but he responded. "I live with liars for parents who ask of my every move, I think I might be a-able to handle lying without eye contact."