Zevran let himself past the doorman by way of moving past him in shadow, picking the lock, then letting himself upstairs.
It was good practice.
His eyes were still a little rimmed in red, though Visine had taken care of most of the irritation. He was shirtless but still had on a leather jacket and leather pants, and he picked the lock to the front door just as easily. Moving in silently, he shut the door behind him.