The bartender didn't answer her. Even flat out ignored her. Chryssie sighed and would have puffed out her cheeks if she thought it would have done any good. She didn't understand why he wouldn't answer the question. It wasn't like she was asking a whole lot. Then again, maybe she was. Maybe if she asked nicely again. Maybe he might tell her just to make her go away. Yeah. That was a brilliant plan, but at least it was something. Opening her mouth to ask again, she was startled by a deep, accented voice behind her. Instead of words, a squeal left her mouth as she quickly turned around to face that guy in the suit. The one she had picked out as being out of place.<br/><br/>Her mouth did a great impression of a fish as she looked up at him. "Um...Um..." Where was that voice from? It sounded so familiar. The accent that is. Not his whole voice. It reminded her of something, but what was it. He had different eyes. Wait. Why was she thinking about his eyes? He had sneaked up on her! Though it hadn't sounded like he meant to frighten her. And if she was being honest with herself, it wasn't that hard to sneak up on her. "Well...You see, I'm visiting here and I um..." She took a deep breath to get it all out in a rush. "Igot lostand coulduse somehelp backto myhotel."<br/><br/>She knew she was speaking too fast, but couldn't exactly help it as she felt her face heat up in a blush. He was being nice and trying to help at least. That was more than she could say for the rude bartender.