Satoru gestures in the direction of Suguru's guitar, fixing her with an expectant look that implies Hurry up and demonstrate, idiot.

Then she returns her attention to the room service menu. Suguru's being stupid, but that's not news. Satoru's planning to hang around annoying her for at least an hour, and they have plenty of work-related stuff to fill that time, even if Satoru doesn't take any tangents solely to piss Suguru off. "What do you want?"

She's already picking up the hotel phone and dialing, ordering a burger and fries, a milkshake, chocolate cake, and some kind of duck confit salad thing that sounds good. Then she hooks her fingers in summons at Suguru to get her damn answer already so that she can add Suguru's requests. Otherwise she'll just decide for her based on Suguru's decade-old preferences.