And suddenly she was back, and he could only gape at her for a moment before he laughed darkly. Drugs. Drugs didn't make you invisible and weightless. Drugs didn't make you disappear. Drugs didn't make you unable to touch people. "I don't think anyone has been drugged, but sure, let's try." It wouldn't work. He was certain of that. She would try and they would see look right through her too. Her words would fall on deaf ears. He couldn't explain everything that was going on, and he would sound insane if he tried. It was something she needed to see, to experience, for herself.
Still, he found himself hoping that she was right, that something they had consumed had been laced with something dangerous and potent, enough for him to be hallucinating all of this.
"Let's go. You can ask the concierge." He stepped towards her and placed a hand on the small of her back to give her a gentle nudge. He doubted she would appreciate it, but Jack didn't care. He needed to feel someone, to remind himself that whatever was going on, at least they were in this together.