Bastien was, for what he was worth, an extremely observant man, and those first few seconds through the door he registered first that his guest was there, and then that something was very much wrong - not just that he was there unexpectedly, he had every right to be since the room was paid for - but one look at the man showed Bastien the red eyes and another moment registered the drugs.
It was a credit to his training in his profession that he only cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't realize you'd returned." He had a sinking suspicion that not speaking Russian had suddenly become a handicap. "Was there something you needed?"