While she wasn't exactly unaware of her surroundings, the hand on her shoulder got a jump out of Misha. She looked up at him only briefly, glancing away to focus on ALFRED's directions, and she'd say, "I know you're right, okay? Try telling that to my brain."

It wasn't the best place to be on a good day. Right now was not a good day. If this hadn't been such a podunk town, they could have remotely checked in to the motel and skipped dealing with anyone at all, but at least it was a short walk and she just grit her teeth through it and played up the exhausted traveler to let Doom take over until she could sit down and let her body rest, even if her mind was determined to buzz angrily at their circumstances.