[ Faraday takes another idle look around the room, marking out the two other exits to the room. ]

Dining rooms? [ Quiet as ever, between puffs on the cigar. ] Broom closets? Fire escapes, maybe?

[ It doesn't seem as though anyone is coming or leaving from them – at least, not at the moment. ]

Private rooms for quick tête-à-têtes?

[ A quick nod to Vasquez as he wanders further into the room, circling the edge like he's finding them a comfortable spot. ]

No guards. No foot traffic, either.