The hall for the main event is decked out to the nines which means Dean is breaking out the ol' tuxedo. He's not particularly fond of that end of his job, preferring to handle things in much more comfortable attire, but this isn't his gig, it's Christine's, and he'll let her play it his way. Besides, he probably only has to suffer through an hour of this, at best, before he gets to go hang out and play back up in a sniper's nest far, far away.

He glances over at the hotel across the street as they get out of the car, before glancing back to her again. They have a few minutes before they're within earshot of anyone who would care, so now is the time to cover their bases.

"What room are you going to be in again?"

The details are important. If he's going to have her back, he needs to be sure that he is in the right place at the right time. And he's not one to leave his partner hanging out to dry.