"Thank God for small favors," he says, swiping the key card and swinging the door in so that Ainsley can enter before he does. The room itself is fairly nice, a suite, with a nice writing desk and plenty of room to walk around. He's always hated hotel rooms that are nothing more than just a bed and a lamp and he's glad this one isn't that, even if he doesn't plan to be using it very often.

Weirdly, it looks like a suite he stayed in once at the Mandarin Oriental back in DC and he guesses that is as familiar as anything has been today.

"There's a phone in here. I'll just call Josh and get this straightened out."