She turns to look at him quickly after that statement, mildly alarmed, because--what? Trapped? She's concerned he means the room, the hotel, the establishment, but after a moment she realizes he means the city as a whole. Their entire predicament.

She wonders if she should worry that that wasn't her first thought anymore.

Rachel nods, her gaze drifting back out over the water. "Maybe that's what money or status get you here," she says softly. "If you have the means, you can have the illusion that the horizon actually goes somewhere for you."