"Unpleasant thought," Val agreed, glancing down at his most vulnerable parts and wincing a bit.

"Risk worth taking though, I'd rather not be nude in the face of danger," he added, starting to open doors as he spoke. Most of the rooms were empty, but one stood out. A grubby looking room that Val recognized from the brief time he'd spent in Mexico, not long before he'd finally gotten his life back on track.

Uncomfortable, he slipped inside- Hoping that Jag wouldn't notice the empty bottles and the rather impressive amount of drug paraphernalia that littered the room as he made his way over to the suitcase on the bed.