Ed looks at the RedHead. "I don't know. Splitting up with those things around still might not be a good idea." He looks to his brother who's shifting around a bit, keeping his eye out for a potential attack. "You still want a weapon..."

He takes another look at the map, and snaps his journal shut to tuck back into his bag. He winces just a bit as he feels the grit that's worked into his automail shoulder grind unhappily. He needs to pitstop somewhere soon or Winry's going to kill him for not taking care of his arm and leg.

"What do you think about splitting up, brother? Southeast hotel looks a smidge closer to here than the Northwest one."