[ He makes an astute observation — one she gives an agreeing hum to. It does seem that the hotel prefers to operate on a slow boil function, starting off with minor inconveniences before escalating to situations which are truly dangerous. ]

Why yes, that would be quite the inconvenience.

[ She says, lightly and with a chuckle, in response to his comment about space. ]

Though I doubt the hotel will simply disappear, casting us off into the ether. Perhaps it is my imagination, but I believe the hotel itself plays a large role in the trials we face, rather than any actor.

[ Yes, actually in the sense that the house has a level of sentience, she means. Or, that something (or someone) is sentient through use of the house, like a haunting. She knows it sounds preposterous, but her lips quirk up into a clever smile, all the same. ]

Personally, the hotel feels... unpredictable, I would say. The effects that appear within these walls seem more to me the whims of a child who wants to interact with guests, not unlike playing with toys or observing ants, than the actions of a malevolent force. Were the intent the latter... I believe our circumstances would be very different.