"Oh, you're that guy from her room! Hello!" The voice rose, suddenly. Not in pitch. In location. "Hi! You're that guy!" it repeated, louder and damn near in his ear. "You're not a customer, are you? Oh! You've got weapons on you!" It sounded, curious and cheerful.
"Oh, you're the Major! She's booked, you know," strange harmonics in the voice now as it moved down the hall, then back rapidly. "Oh, there's a pretty sunset outside!"