Caleb thinks about it for a moment, his eyes momentarily drifting out over the ocean as his mind wonders.

"Well," he responds as his attention returns to her. "I know this charming five-star in downtown Tel Aviv. I'm not sure it's still open, but provided it is, last minute reservations have never been an issue before." He snickers some. "If push comes to shove, I can just bribe them into telling some poor sap that they accidentally double booked."

He offers his hand. "Dr. Caleb Zukov, by the way."