"Alright," Neal found himself unwilling to put all his cards on the table. "Well, I'm George." If he had to go with a name, he may as well go with one of his old favorites. It almost didn't seem like a lie sometimes. He'd told it to diplomats, high rollers, all the way down to baristas and paper boys. In such an uncertain place, George was going to be his only ally for now. "And I didn't volunteer for this."
As per the suggestion flying around, getting out sounded like a really good idea. Upon exiting his room, he noted the electronic locking system. Difficult to hack without a centralized computer of some sort. This place looked a lot older than the technology was letting on. Sophisticated camera technology and he could only guess at the security net. This place was starting to seem more and more like a trap by the second.
He listened to all the ideas patiently, suddenly wishing that he didn't feel like he was somehow ensnared in a Draconian lair as punishment for his crimes.
While staying together seemed like the logical answer of things to do, he also didn't want to be herded to the slaughter. The whole business made him uncomfortable.