As far as hideouts went, it was pretty sweet - no pun intended.

"The JW Suite is the signature suite of the New York Marriott Marquis featuring a contemporary style, large floor plan, mahogany piano and up-close views of the NYC skyline."  So the brochure in the room had said.  Nobody was quite sure what a "piano" was until Nine referenced the interactive database on the small computer he took from the house.  It turned out that the piano was a large musical instrument, a string/percussion hybrid.  It was pretty, and the sound clips on the database were varied and interesting, but nobody could play it.

Endless possibilities floated through Ghost's mind as he watched New York City through the glass of the passenger-side window.  So many people, all so different.  If he wanted to he could step out of the vehicle and lose himself in this city in a snap.  The idea had a certain appeal given what he'd been through since waking up in the tree with the others.

NotBetty's driving was erratic and of the rumpy-bumpy variety, but she adapted and refined her technique with a speed that surprised even Nine.  By the time she had gone a quarter of a mile she had her speed fairly smoothed out and the vehicle's movement in control.  A car passed the group's, going in the opposite direction.  NotBetty watched the driver as he passed and then afterwards leaned back a little in her seat and drove one-handed, exactly as the other driver had been doing.