"We'll see." The talk they have, if and when they get out, will not be a pleasant one, most likely.

For now, though, he tosses a glance back over his shoulder, shakes his head faintly as he seems to decide they won't be getting out that way, at least not right now, and raking his tongue over his teeth, takes another look out over the lobby. There's a hallway, not too far off of where Ben was sitting, and while he has no idea where it leads, he figures it's their best bet. Maybe, if nothing else, they'll be able to lose the swarm of tourists, who, now recovered from his sudden appearance are on the move again.

"Go," he hisses at Merritt, with a nod in that direction. He's FBI and not as ground down as Merritt is. He figures it'll take Merritt longer to get where they're going, and he'd really rather not leave him in the dust, if he takes point.