Daryl nodded his quiet agreement, sucking in another breath as the elevator slowed to a stop and dinged open before he could say anything aloud. He squared his shoulders and stepped out. A quick glance to either and then a turn to the left towards the cleaning cart tucked against the wall. The girl matching the description of the second 'Emily' was just coming out of a room with a pile of dirty towels.

He glanced over at Natasha with raised eyebrows. How did she want to play this? He had his own methods, but with all the security cameras a hotel like this had, he was less in his element and couldn't exactly shift safely.