Lobby.
"I'm sure we did," he laughed while accessing the damage. Both Isobel and himself seemed to be in one piece, even if their clothes had quite obviously met with some ill fate. Trenton tried to recall what had transpired the night before, but was only able to scrounge up vague details. Her golden hair. His top hat. And before all of that there was..
The knife. Tense, Trenton glanced down at his side to see where he'd been stabbed. There was nothing there, not even a glimpse of healing scar tissue. His skin was as pale and even as if nothing had ever happened. Sighing with a mix of relief and weariness, he looked to Isobel again. "How do you feel?"