Rachel is nothing if not nosy determined to be as informed as possible about this city. The majority of people in attendance tonight are here for the club, she's sure, but there's more to Babylon than that and she wants to check out as much as she can.

She steps through the main entrance, pausing just inside to get her bearings. She's wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, black ballet flats, and a low-cut, sleeveless, black sequinned wrap top. Her hair is loose, falling about her shoulders, some of the iridescent confetti from the club entrance lingering in it here and there.

There are restaurants, and the way to them is clearly marked; the front desk is also conspicuously located, as it should be. But those are the obvious paths to take. She starts heading, instead, across the lobby, mostly to see if she can get past it. If she's stopped, she'll play "lost, confused, and a little bit tipsy," and ask questions about room rates and recommendations for things to try at the restaurants as she lets herself be shown to somewhere to sit and people-watch.

If she's not stopped, she's going to roam the place a while and then come back for the aforementioned people-watching.