"Seven," Gor said, not even sparing her a glance as he walked forward. "Nine. One. Three. Four. Six. Six. One. Eight." Each step marked another word, spoken in a hushed murmur that was barely audible. Still, it was doing wonders to soothe his throbbing head. "Two. Eight. Seven."
If Zoe wasn't getting the silent treatment before, she certainly was now. Gor was meditating, trying to tune the source of his agitation out. It wasn't really working, but he didn't know what else to do.
Still chanting, he began to fish in his pocket for his key card. Fortunately, his room wasn't that far. He swiped the card through the lock, and, when the light turned green, he opened the door and made a beeline for his room, not caring whether she followed him or not into the suite...because that was all the further she was going to get.