Isabelle snorted, then cast a glance back towards the desk, and the piles of papers. "Sure, I guess," she decided, after a beat. "But you're going to have to be in charge of figuring out a place, baby."

Because he'd been somewhere where the weather wasn't trying to kill them more recently than she had. So she expected him to have more brain power.

Since she hadn't even figured out the hotel thing on her own.