Finally, after some time spent inconspicuously peeking over at the girl while flitting about the beach to help some of the other patrons, he returned. It was very obvious that he was trying far too hard. He expected her to be bothered by him, though he couldn't be sure. Instead, he merely asked "Can I interest you in a room, ma'am?"
"As you wish, madam." The Yordle bowed deeply, his nose almost touching the sand, before darting off to fetch the drink she had requested. He was quick, returning with a simple, if effective, vodka lemonade, presenting it to her with both paws.
"Is there anything else I can get you, Miss...?" He asked, clearly aware that she hadn't checked in, yet fully aware that use of the beach was not exclusive to hotel patrons. More than anything, she seemed distraught. "Strictly unacceptable for a patron to be unhappy. Do anything in your power to change that, this is a place of enjoyment".
Or so Mr. Beyolve had stressed to his employees.
She lay on her stomach, resting on her elbows and holding her drink, still looking about the area.
She was no TF, but all she had done was ask "take me somewhere important" and her powers sent her here.
Alone, standing under an umbrella, with a towel already laid out under her and a bag with all the necessary items meant for swimming, complete with a properly fit outfit that matched the setting.
It made no sense at all, but what bothered Reiora most was that she was apparently supposed to go out and swim... she didn't know how.
She continued looking around, hoping whatever it was she needed to do was on land.
The teleport also had a knack for sapping her of all her energy. Lying on the towel and being lazy was her option.
"Um... do you know of anyone... important, coming today? Any celebrity, or some event? Sorry to ask."