Dan cracked a reluctant smile at Nate's advice, even seeing a bit of merit to the suggestion. "I guess I should just hope he doesn't kick me out of here. Seems like this is the place to be, under the circumstances."
He glanced around him, at the Louis Vuitton luggage in the hallway, the finely cut suits on the men who had taken refuge at the bar. If tonight was starting to feel like a disaster on the scale of the Titanic, it seemed Dan and Jenny had somehow slipped into the first class suits from steerage.
"Is your phone working? I've only been able to send out texts since... it happened." Even now, Dan found it difficult to elaborate on just what 'it' entailed. The horrors were still too fresh.