It takes no time at all to check in. Nancy's recognized on sight and the keys to her suite handed over. It's nice to, for once, not have to think about money, since so much of her life revolved around the pursuit of it.

She can feel the glamour pass over her, and she leans her head against Eames' arm as they walk to the elevator. "Thank you," she whispers, "I don't think i could do it right now, state I'm in." Magic took energy, and Nancy had none to spare today.

"But do I really look that awful?"