Oz had been sitting in the lobby doing the whole watching the front desk thing. He'd gotten thirsty, however, so he'd wandered off into the kitchen in search of something to drink that wasn't bags of blood for Angel or Cordelia's diet cola. Of course, that was the exact moment someone had opted to enter the hotel and, with a mouthful of coffee, wasn't able to announce his own presence.
Making his way back to the lobby, he swallowed the mouthful just as the woman came into view. Coffee mug in one hand, steam rising from the liquid, he studied her for a second. When she called out the second time, however, he figured he shouldn't stand there and play creepy guy but should instead go do what he'd been asked to do and greet whoever came into the hotel.
"Hey," he finally spoke, stepping fully into the lobby. The bags caught his attention for a split second, but then his gaze fell fully on the newcomer. "Need some help?"
He really hoped she wasn't a tourist who thought this was an actual hotel that offered rooms to the first paying customer. It was always tough, trying to explain to them that this was the headquarters of a business and no longer the five star luxury resort it had once been.