"Can't argue with that logic," Bruce replies, his mouth quirking into a half-smile. "Not that there's much logic on offer when it comes to the hotel, but we'll cross bridges as we come to them."

He swings a hand in an arc first toward one side of the room and then toward the other; there are hallways at either end, presumably each with their share of rooms and doorways to try. At this point, one is as good as the other.

"Lady's choice for where to begin," he says. "Although maybe let's avoid the kitchen if we can."