She didn't want to spend eight hours killing time at the arcade until Sam's curse wore off. And that warehouse sounded pretty cool. The day she'd met Sam, he'd been happy to own a piece of crap Camaro that broke down at the most inconvenient times. Now he owned a five level warehouse.

"No, it's ok. I mean, it's weird, but it's ok. Plus," she grinned, "I've seen weirder."