Mark considered her situation and looked at her, "Want my advice?" He turned his gaze back out the windshield. "Given the choice between enduring the harsh judgement of your previous peers and a hot bath? I would tell my friends you're a little congested from the flight. And to make certain it doesn't turn into a cold and ruin your time in New York with them, you're going to stay in the hotel. Then have the front desk take messages for you, order room service, then take that bath you're craving. I know you were a part of that world for so long and it meant something; I get that, I do. But why the hell would you want to put yourself in a situation where they turn up their noses and lie to your face?"