Summer stopped, in part to let a small group of large droopy gelatinous blobs who still managed to somehow be wearing spa robes roll by, and on part to just tilted her head with a realization.

"I probably could have put your name in there instead of just 'Guest'....oh well! How many other Guest cards are there likely get mixed up with?"

If Travis had an answer, though, it might have to wait, as Summer went traipsing off toward one of the changing cubicles to get herself all good and spa-ready.