"Oh, I know why. He hates me because I've been sitting on my ass not doing anything." Which wasn't entirely true -- he'd been scoping out the territory in various ways -- but it was in the sense that he hadn't really been going after Asgard, and that had apparently been enough to inspire Flauros to set up this mess. Nevermind that he'd make a big announcement saying he was going to take his so-called job more seriously a few days before.
Things weren't always pleasant back home, but really he wasn't use to this kind of shit taking place. Turks looked after their own.
"Here, this one's my room," he said lightly, and quickly got the door open with the hand that wasn't supporting Yako. The room, true to his earlier description, was filled with assorted cushy things, and he nodded toward a couch near the door. "That one should be pretty comfortable." And it was close, which was a plus.