"It's open," Pree called out, though what he meant was unlocked. It wasn't until the handle turned that it occurred to him he might have made Dieter's day a little better by doing the opposite. "I'll lock it next time," he promised and patted the bed. "I thought you might be bored? I certainly am."
Quiet was a considerable improvement on blaring alarms in the middle of the night, but the hotel's guests seemed restless. Pree couldn't blame them. They had few enough freedoms in this place and having them curtailed even further was putting everyone on edge. He held up the bottle. "I don't have glasses, alas, but if you're thirsty..." There were libations to be had and precise embellishments to enjoy. And no one would be thinking or talking about death.
Yeah. Because Pree could control that so well even in his own damn mind.