Nine times out of ten, Conrad would have felt guilty for causing such a ruckus. His mother had put the fear of god in him when it came to manners and it was rare that he forgot that lesson. However, after his rough time in Saigon and the events of Skull Island, he had developed something of a temper and apparently said temper was beginning to show.
He had heard the knocking on the wall. And the door. And had chosen to ignore both. But hearing the man's voice seemed to pull Conrad out of his downward spiral enough to remind him that other people were living in this hotel, too. Conrad wandered over to his door, but didn't open it. It would have been the polite thing to do rather than speaking through it, but he didn't particularly want anyone to see his room in the state it was in. So he leaned against the frame, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the television.
"Not really, no." Which came out a little more dismal than Conrad had planned. He cleared his throat. "It's sort of been a rough day."