Not that it would do him much good. The next noise wasn't the chirp of Nick's phone, but a sharp, impatient rap at the door.
"Delivery for a... Choco-bear...? Two large veggies with extra cheese and a side garden," the delivery boy, already sweating in his winter wear in the hotel hallway, announced unevenly, still entranced by the recipients name until he was finished reading off the receipt. When he did look up, he was still unabashedly perplexed, knowing this simply could not be right. Very slowly his expression turned to shameless surprise, his mouth opening in a wide grin and his free hand clutching at his jacket over his heart.
"Oh, shit, dude, you're that...spy, dude! Bang bang, James Bond and all that, dude! Hey, dude! I thought a zombie ate your arm or some shit, dude!"