What happens in Vegas never really stays in Vegas.
After a few more seriously awkward phone calls, promised explanations, finding pants and checking out of the hotel lobby she was in a car driving to the airport with Tony. She hadn't honestly expected to actually escape for awhile but considering how bat shit the press was apparently going back in New York over the world's most eligible bachelor shacking up in the city of lights, and everyone's need for a vacation that didn't involve meetings or world saving, she really should stop underestimating Tony's awesome.