Scotty gestured for floor girl to go ahead at about the same time that she gestured for him to go ahead, and rather than get into a loop of politeness over ladies going first or whatever, he took to the stairs, gripping the railing in case the drug fog turned out to be too much. Whether or not holding on helped, the walk down the stairs was still uneventful, aside from Scotty's curiosity about the foyer, and then the ass of the chick in front of him.
He stopped as they hit the ground floor, rejoining the other two girls, but not the redneck guy. He let out a low whistle as he looked around. "This is a hell of a place, huh? I saw the lounge up there and thought that was-- Oh hey, did I mention there was a lounge up there?" He frowned a little, but everything else was too distracting for him to linger on the forgotten lounge. "This really doesn't look like a place for kidnapped people, is all I'm sayin'."