H-495: Cap Isle, Victory Hotel, Lobby

It’s an ugly brown box, looming above her in the darkness.

She did not learn anything from the IQ roll, or at least, nothing yet.

Inside the lobby, the high-ceiling is lost in shadows and there is indirect lighting from lamps and wall fixtures only.  A bank of chocolate-coloured metal elevator doors sit off to one side next to a wide stone staircase leading up to a destination out of view.  On the other side, frosted-glass double doors lead somewhere undescribed by signage.  Several couches with mustard-fabric and low tables are scattered around for waiting purposes – none occupied.  Opposite the entry doors, is a large, brownstone reception desk, inset with metal panels throwing muted yellow light.  Lia’s shoes may echo slightly on the stone floor.

A receptionist, the only other person here, is standing behind the desk and has noted Lia’s arrival. If Lia appears too lost, the receptionist will enquire whether she needs assistance?