As soon as Noah saw the gun, he stood stock still in the doorway, with his hands fully exposed so neither one of the now waking people could see his movements as threatening. Not that he looked particularly dangerous standing there in just his boxers, wishing he'd slept in full PJs for a change. He was also attempting not to stare at the couple, despite the weapon pointed at him, in case they thought he was some kind of peeping tom.
Noah let out a small breath when the guy angled the gun away, "I don't know how I got in here," he told them, figuring he could risk talking now. "I woke up in the bed over there and for the life of me I can't figure out why I can't leave," he said looking at Mitch. "You feel it too?" but not the woman, apparently. "Alright..." he said stepping back into the room, the door still a jar, "...I think the hotel is doing this," he said with a frown. "I don't know what 'this' is but it feels freaky and weird," Noah spoke a little too fast, still incredibly aware of speed the gun had entered play.