"Thanks." Jim supposed Franklin was mulling it all over. He didn't blame the guy. This place was a lot to take in all at once. Jim had had a week to get 'used' to it, so to speak.
"Those tunnels on the ground floor have locked doors at the end. So there's got to be some way to get out. I just haven't figured it out yet," he approached the door of Gino's, which was propped open, and smiled a charming smile at the maitre d'. "Table for 4. We're expecting 2 more," the young man nodded and grabbed menus for Jim and Franklin, leading the way to a table in the corner. Jim had already eaten here twice, the guy knew which table he liked.