Jesus Christ. Even if he hadn't said it out loud, Jai still had to fight hard not to cross himself. He had his hand half-raised to start before finally winning the argument with his instincts, running the hand through his hair instead. "You were very lucky," he told her, shaking his head. Everyone came to the hotel in a state of desperation, and being stranded in the desert and having to walk it seemed a common theme among guests. In six months he'd seen his fair share of dehydration and critical cases of sunburn. He made a mental note to get her another bottle of water as soon as they stepped off the elevator.
He'd hit the button for the basement, but he needed to run his key card through the access panel before the car would consent to travel to that level. Once it started moving, he refocused his attention on her. Finley. "Enough to stay busy," he admitted, cracking a small, half-smile. "There's a bit of a party atmosphere, several different bars on the premises, so things can get kind of rowdy. Before this I was a park ranger in New York. Big transition, I can tell you that."