It isn't.

Drake smiled at the handsome young man that entered the suite. He probably shouldn't have been there, but it wasn't really a problem. Besides, the man seemed to be really happy to be there.

"Oh my God, is this the guy?" The man asked, rushing to him. He was so happy he could make the man glad. "Holy shit! You're the fixer?"

He nodded, grinning stupidly, overwhelmed by the praised. "Yeah, I'm the fixer. I'm Jonathan Drake. Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter," the man said distractedly. He was eyeballing Natasha. "Who's that?"

Drake laughed. It was funny that they hadn't even met yet! "That's Natasha. She can't see or feel anything."

The man chuckled, which made Drake laugh even harder. "What are you doing?" the woman screamed. "Are you going to do something bad to Mr. Drake?"

"Fuck, can't she be quiet? Take her ability to yell!" The man yelled.

Impressed by the urgency in his voice, Drake quickly took her ability to do anything but whisper. She continued to do so, but Drake couldn't really hear what she was saying. The man laughed loudly.

"Holy shit, it actually works!" The man clapped Drake on the shoulder. Drake smiled, because it meant they were friends. "I mean, I never doubted there were people like you out there, but seeing it in front of me! God damn, I am gonna be set for life!"

Drake laughed. "I'm so glad I can help you!"

The man rolled his eyes. "We might have given you too much of that stuff. Either that or you're even more of a lightweight than her!" He gestured to Mrs. Ashcroft, still frozen with her finger extended. "Oh, right. Give her back the ability to move."

Her position suddenly released, Rachel fell forward onto her knees. It hurt, but not really. She laughed and looked around and the suddenly slightly more crowded room. "Look! It worked! But when did you get here?"

The man rolled his eyes again. "Alright, kids, I'm gonna go drain the lizard. Try not to finger each other to ****."

At that, Mrs. Ashcroft turned with a laugh and winked at Drake. She probably wanted him to finger her. He started towards her when he heard a loud, rhythmic slapping sound. He looked around and saw Natasha slapping the bed with her foot. She had whacked it enough on the bedframe that it was red and swollen. She couldn't even feel it!

Drake walked over to her with a chuckle. "Natasha! You're gonna hurt yourself!"

She suddenly stopped. Drake noticed her frantically mouthing at him. "Are you trying to tell me something, girl?" Hah, like a dog. He bent down and put his ear to her lips. He wondered what was so important.

"Give me his intelligence!"