Conrad liked to play the role of 'tough guy who didn't need help'. And during the war, that sort of facade had a tendency to pay off. But on Skull Island and especially here at the Crown Plaza, things had started to shift in Conrad's mind. Pretending like he had his shit together when he so clearly did not was rather pointless in a place like this.
So when his maybe-neighbor declared that he wasn't worried about the noise and was more concerned about Conrad, the Brit crumbled a little on the inside. He nodded, letting his door fall open wider. "Yeah.. yeah, someone went missing." Conrad briefly glanced back at the TV. It was funny how it hadn't occurred to him to maybe seek out a person to talk to rather than rockstar-style destroy his room. But, then again, the two people he would have gone to were the ones who were missing.
Either way, this tiny conversation alone seemed to be calming him down far more than smashing lamps did. He leaned against the doorframe, his attention returning to the man in the hall. "Can I interest you in a drink?"