It doesn't occur to Ioane that she would have the authority to force someone out of a room that isn't hers, largely because she's never had, you know, a room that was hers. Which is to say the peace offering works splendidly. She grins-- lopsided and toothy-- and walks over to the dresser. She stops before she opens the thing.

"They know you're searching his room?" It's not an entirely idle question. "Not really in the mood to get fingered for stealing today." She says it while making a motion that-- pending the advent of jazz-- will some day be called 'jazz hands'.