"Uh, hell yeah," she said eagerly, casting a look toward the unoccupied concierge's desk with a grin. There was no one else in the lobby, and this definitely seemed like the perfect opportunity.
"C'mon," she said, grabbing Max's hand and practically dragging him into the -- storage closet? Spare room? Pseudogarage? Whatever.
Once they were inside, it seemed much bigger than it had from the outside. The door was still wide open and visible, but seemed somehow further off than it had before. Though maybe that was just because Fiona might have been a little bit high. But she wasn't dismissing the possibility.
Strange relics and detritus surrounded them. Items that looked like the might have cost more than everything Fee owned put together, and random shit like a used ashtray that had never been emptied. Fee wrinkled her nose.
"What the hell is all this?" she asked, spying a tag attached to a pair of boxing gloves that read "307."