Pretty sure there was a compliment in there...

"You know, I often worry about the future of our species." Mary said flatly, shaking her head as she walked through the door. "And, as impressive as that was, you don't exactly give me much hope."

"... I'm pretty sure I heard a compliment in there." Steven commented with a smile as the two made their way to the stairwell, opening the door for Mary.

"Cool your jets, Steven." Mary said with a smirk as she closed the door behind them. "You ain't Spider-Man."

"Okay, now that sounds like something Mom would say!" Cassie said with a nod. "So, I guess that you guys had a lot more problems on that stairwell, huh?"

"You'd think so, but no." Mary replied with a shrug. "Things went pretty smoothly those flights. And then..." She sighed and closed her eyes, "We got to the lobby, and things went South."

"Yes, can I h-" The Concierge began, only to stop mid-sentence at the sight of Mary and Steven in front of her as the naked couple blushed a neon red in the empty hotel lobby. "Let me guess, you two got locked out of your room?"

"Well, actually..." Mary began, but was cut off.

"It's quite alright, Ma'am." The Concierge interrupted, "This happens quite a lot here, especially around this hour."

"You know, Mary." Steven whispered, "I don't think she'll buy our story even if we did get to tell her."

"I think you're right." Mary replied under her breath, "It might just be better if we just get a new room key, ask for some towels or robes, go back to the room, wait for Jessica and Tyrone, grab our clothes, strip them naked and leave them on the street!"

"Sir? Ma'am?"

"Yes, sorry about that!" Mary said with a chuckle, "I was just talking with my... Er, boyfriend about how embarrassing this is."

"'Boyfriend'?"

"I panicked!" Mary said in a hushed voice.

"Well, don't worry, Ma'am." The Concierge replied, "We'll get you two back into your room in no time."

"Could we maybe borrow a couple of robes for the trek back up?" Steven asked hopefully.

"Of course, Sir. Just need to look up your room in our systems first." The Concierge replied as she turned to the computer at her desk. "What name did you register your room under?"

"Tyrone." Steven replied.

"Jessica!" Mary added, just in case their (ex-)roommates registered them under that name instead.

The woman typed the first name in before frowning in confusion, raising an eyebrow. She typed in the second name, but the expression didn't fade. "I'm afraid we have no reservations under either of those names."

Despite the smiles on their faces, the nervousness in Mary and Steven's eyes was evident. "W-what?" Mary asked nervously.

"Neither 'Tyrone', 'Jessica', nor 'Tyrone and Jessica' show up in our databanks, Ma'am."

"Maybe they registered under their last names?" Steven suggested under his breath. Out loud, he asked, "How about Simpson?"

"Or Winchester?"

The Concierge tried those two names, but the expression only deepened into an annoyed frown as she turned to face Steven and Mary, the two sweating and laughing nervously.

"We learned later through interrogating Tyrone and Jessica that those two asses registered the room under our names." Mary said. "Needless to say, The Concierge was not happy..."