The place wasn't unoccupied. Ezra had gotten in through a window on a higher floor of the building, having gotten in via a broken window in the building next door. He'd hit up the barber shop because he needed to cut his hair down again, and shave. he sometimes let grooming go by the wayside, but it was easier for him to just keep up with it than letting it go entirely.
He hadn't gotten far, however, when he'd heard the nosies of the lock being messed with. He'd drifted back into the shadows, having grabbed a straight razor from one of the stations. One he planned on keeping.
Well. If he survived whatever this encounter was going to be. He was still in a place where he wasn't even sure he wanted to, or if he had an opinion on the matter at all.