Eli had been sleeping, because it was friggin Sunday and nobody in their right mind was awake on Sundays until late afternoon. Of course he wasn't sleeping anymore, because some jerk was banging on his door and making him roll out of bed and zombie walk his way to the door. He didn't notice anything off about himself because he had barely bothered to crack his eyes open. It was Denver, like the voice said, so whatever she wanted couldn't be that damn important. If the building was on fire he'd be fine.
Having slept only in his boxers, and unaware that he was about to flash a bare female chest to the entire hallway, Eli opened the door and grunted a greeting. His eyes snapped open, though, when he saw some dude standing there instead of his tall friend Denver. "Uh..." he said blankly. "Can... I help you?" His voice sounded weird, and kinda pitchy, but Eli figured it was just from having woken up and the shock of this random dude. That was all.