Had Miguel been listening with his ear pressed against the door, he very well might have heard Kaz's half-awake morning grumbling. As it was, at that moment, a fellow staff member had walked by, and Miguel had stopped to exchange a few words.
The words were very few. Most of the conversation was done with pointing, since the staff member's Spanish seemed to be limited to the names of dishes at Taco Bell.
At last, it was finally communicated that Miguel needed some additional bars of soap brought to his cart. With the staff member hopefully off to do so, Miguel turned to the door he had just knocked on a minute ago. Since no one had answered, he used his key, and, of course, the door slid neatly open.
From his vantage point at the doorway, the room, of course, seemed perfectly empty. He knew his map well -- this was a Top Priority room, which meant it would receive the full service, regardless of use, etc.
His nose immediately wrinkled upon stepping into the room. From the smell of things, full service was definitely required...