*She looks over Bill's shoulder. No door.*

...I guess we are telling your mother some other time.

*She gives the other tourists a once over. They standing in the middle of the main drag. There are pirate ships sinking down the street, tigers doing street shows, dancing midgets juggling flaming drinks, a sphinx--*

*Fleur blinks*

That waz a real sphinx!

*She tugs Bill's arm around her shoulders and leans them against a wall, out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the strip.*