Rachel blinks at him for a moment, incredulous, and tips up her champagne glass in response. She's going to need a lot more drinks to believe that a door in this swanky hotel opens up into Jurassic Park or the equivalent. She can suspend disbelief, certainly, but there are limits. Hard limits.

"Uh huh. So, you came prepared," she says, gesturing with her glass. "I didn't know the dress code."