Ainsley's attention is everywhere at once as she takes in the room around her, sliding her palm along the walls before she heads to the bed and perches on the end of it, breathing in and out steadily and thinking that only a few hours ago, they had been bickering and getting coffee and she'd thought, for a moment there...

Her gaze flickers over Sam when he's occupied, a steady roaming gaze when he's not looking, and she thinks she can't be crazy. Can she? She'd thought she'd seen interest, but now they're in a strange hotel and both think the other has gone insane.