Sometime after Jack was gone, there came a rustling at the door, and the unmistakable sounds of someone reluctant to come in, coming in. He shuffled his feet, as he made his way to the reception desk, speaking in a low tone, asking to see Carlos personally.
He's been beat up, from the looks of him. He's cradling an arm to his chest. His left cheek is bruised, and he's hunched over a bit. His jacket and his shirt are torn and stained with dirt and blood. His nose is crusted with dried blood and his lip is swollen.