[ It's not bullshit, and while he doesn't find any injuries, he is momentarily taken aback by the outfit she's got on. It's gorgeous, yeah, it's stunning, but it's definitely not what he's used to seeing on her. Which is... so not relevant to, you know, the whole falling from the ceiling weird magical hotel back from the dead thing, but it's something he can't help but notice.

Pretty good for a dead guy's nothing to freaking gorgeous for a chick who doesn't really do formal.

But again. You know. Not relevant. Bigger things to talk about.

Finally, like he's afraid too much contact will drive her away, his hands drop from her arms and he raises one to scratch at the back of his neck. ]

I have.

[ A beat, and he backpedals. ]

Not the way out thing, no, still no luck with that, but you're not the first familiar face runnin' around.

[ He nods his head toward the lobby vaguely. ]

Regina's here, too. Seems just as confused as we are.

[ ...and slightly angrier, but you know, it's not like she got to bump into the love of her life again right off the bat. ]