Suguru doesn't put her entire weight into keeping Satoru out, knowing that Satoru would find a way in, or keep pushing until she got in, and she's not up for that fight. She closes the door after Satoru walks in and then turns to her, looking her over. Even more gorgeous in person than she is on the screen, and she knows it, not that Suguru will ever admit that.

"Is it?" Suguru asks, voice sugar sweet. "You must need all that space to hold your ego. It would make a poor bedfellow."

She walks further into the room, leaning against her desk, arms folded over her chest as she watches her former friend meander around her room. "Did no one ever tell you not to poke at things that don't belong to you, Satoru?" she asks. "I don't know what you're thinking you'll find."

Suguru figured out how to tour, carry, and what she needs in her hotel rooms. Her diary, a music journal, some books, activity books for distractions, and makeup. A guitar leaning against the wall; not the one she'll perform with, but something to use in case she gets struck by random inspiration. A few personal items in a case in the nightstand, and should Satoru go poking around those, Suguru doesn't care. A few other odds and ends for comfort, with most of her things in the vans and buses they'll use for the tour.

"In fact, I'm not sure why you're here, even. Don't you have a boy toy to dangle on a leash or something?"