Since he was currently staying at a hotel, it wasn't all that odd to find someone else in his room. Alex still hated it, that was his stuff and he had gone through the trouble of looting it from elsewhere acquiring it. In what was either fitting or terribly hypocritical, the theif was less than pleased when people stole from him.

So he pauses in the doorway, sniper rifle uselessly strung over his back and clears his through.