"Sounds more like a cruise ship," he teased. The hotel was odd enough, the piecemealed sections of the building more than obvious having come from different periods of remodel, yet the entire place had not been fit to match. It looked and felt as thrown together as the people inside of it. Will still did not know what to think of it- again as he tettered between it all being a hallucination and there being some reality in the space around him.
Brows furrowed a moment, eyes scanning the space. "It looks more like a hooka lounge than any tea room I've seen." Not that he could saw that he had been in any tea rooms, more that he had seen a number of them on television when he bothered with it. In those moments before the FBI where he tried to be more normative.
"At least I doubt many people come through here, so I don't have to worry about extra company," he added with a smirk and a sip of his drink. One or two people at most was where his limits of comfort lay. Any more than that and he had to be working rather than trying to relax.