When they stop Mey-Rin has to assume it's because they've reached their destination. She carefully unhooks her arm from Riza's, hands clasping together in front of herself instead as the humidity under the plastic fortunately fogs up the clear material a bit.

"That's a nice way of thinkin' about it. I wish more people thought that'away." Ah, she considers correcting her speech a bit, but decides to leave it in favor of glancing over toward the motel. She's honestly a bit hesitant to step away. "Lots of people back home join up for power or the like... or the ability to oppress people without gettin' in trouble. If more people thought like you, it'd be a nice change." She fortunately didn't have to deal with the military too much considering her Earl's place as 'The Queen's Watchdog', but she'd certainly had her share of trouble with officers and enforcers in her youth before she got taken in by the Qīng Bāng.