They're liable to give someone a heart attack if they keep opening doors unannounced like this. It's sort of a miracle that they haven't been shot at yet.
The 'they' in question isn't immediately apparent because the person standing in the doorway of her pretty, polished, Diadem hotel room is just some dude. He's incredibly scruffy-looking, his hair still drying at odd angles, and he really looks like he needs more sleep. Give this man a nap.
At least he's cognizant of his faux-paus and immediately raises his hands to show that he's unarmed and uninterested in making things worse.
"Sorry. Sorry. Thought this was our room. Not trying to rob you or anything... Which sounds like the thing a robber would say, yeah, but that's totally not the case. So, uh, carry on. Yeah. Keep on doing what you were doing."
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The 'they' in question isn't immediately apparent because the person standing in the doorway of her pretty, polished, Diadem hotel room is just some dude. He's incredibly scruffy-looking, his hair still drying at odd angles, and he really looks like he needs more sleep. Give this man a nap.
At least he's cognizant of his faux-paus and immediately raises his hands to show that he's unarmed and uninterested in making things worse.
"Sorry. Sorry. Thought this was our room. Not trying to rob you or anything... Which sounds like the thing a robber would say, yeah, but that's totally not the case. So, uh, carry on. Yeah. Keep on doing what you were doing."