Unbelievable. The slumbering man stirred himself awake in a languid fashion, as if he had all the time in the world.
Well, he might have it. Dominic didn't. Or, at least, if he wasn't allowed to leave within the next fifteen minutes or so he wouldn't. And that would be particularly unacceptable. The thought of being even five minutes late to work left a bitter taste in Dominic's mouth.
He started to ask if the man would politely move when the other spoke up in just as slow of a fashion as he had awoken, sounding very confused. And lost, too, it seemed. The corners of Dominic's mouth crinkled downwards slightly at the cursing, but he was glad to assist with the information. The sooner the guy knew where he was at, the sooner he'd move.
"Pax Letale--in the lobby, actually, and you kind of crashed right in the doorway."
Very few people slept by doorways in a place like this, Dominic decided quickly. This man was either sick or drunk, maybe both, if his bloodshot eyes were anything to go by--and they were, in Dominic's opinion.
"Are you sick? You look a little..." Dominic asked, gesturing with one hand vaguely. It'd be crass to ask if the guy had drank too much, though that was probably close to the truth. There was the faint smell of alcohol on him, that and other things Dominic preferred not to try and identify.