Her reaction to his question was to be as expected - after all, why did he need to make it so dramatic? But how else was he supposed to preface the comment "hey have you seen that weird room in the lobby that's full of crap like a trash bin? It looks like stuff that was left behind by other tenants..." And not just that it was all lying there, but put there by someone, meticulously labeled and organized. That spoke of forethought and planning, which made its presence all the creepier.
"Well..." Max licked his lips, dropping the ball to the mat and stepping on it with his foot to keep it from rolling before swatting at it with his club. He really wasn't paying attention anymore, and it carelessly went bouncing from wall to wall to go right past the cup and bat off another wall into a dip in the surface that would be extremely difficult to get out of.
"I haven't met the landlord. And another girl and I - Fiona Shepard, have you met her? - we found this room. In the lobby. Full of stuff." He figured it would be better to go in pieces instead of all at once. Let her absorb the information.