Cheryl held his hand just long enough to be polite. "He seems determined to get me to leave" she thought, "Which tells me perhaps I am needed here." "May I...uhm...may I use your restroom before we leave? Sorry to be such a bother, but..." Jacob let his smile fade ever so slightly. "Of course, it's just down the hallway, second door on the left". He made no effort to guide her. "Second door on the right..." Cheryl began. "Left. The second door on the left." "Right. Left. I'll be...right...back." She walked down the hall, taking in the dusty portraits that covered the equally dusty walls. The wood flooring was, however, spotless. Cheryl added this oddity to her growing mental inventory.