Christer's eyes shot towards the voice, staring at the man without saying a word. Christer knew there was a chance that it wouldn't work, Lindsey had said as much. "I knew the chances were low," he said finally when the other man was done with his rant. "I'm Christer. From out west, or more recently, the lobby." He shifted on his feet a little and took a step towards the door. "Sorry for interrupting." Christer was going to leave, but something gave him pause. The room looked settled in unlike his which still had his bag just sitting on the bed. "Have you been here long?"