*catches that quick glimpse and jumps a little, instantly annoyed for allowing himself to be started*
*sighs* You must be truly bloody bored. *cupping his hands around his mouth* You can deliver the merch to my hotel, lady. I'm not cooling my heels here all night.
*turns and stalks toward the exit, cracking his knuckles and absently thinking that he'll wring your neck if you continue to pester him up close (and corporeally)*