And that is all she needs to martial him up and away from the table, to nod politely to Delta and start escorting him from the room. There is, of course, outcry, and a more rapid flashwave of photography, but Carolina checks her pace for no one. Not even York.

She knows what she's doing, where she's going. Walks him out of the area, straight down the corridor, then weaves into one room and out the next. Then into a stairwell - going up?

Everyone will expect them to go down. No one would think to check if they had a room reserved above. Temporarily or otherwise. Once they're in, guards at the door, she closes it. Positions him there. Then checks the room herself, again. Closes the blinds.

"We're clear." You're clear. You're safe.