The redhead tore out of a bedroom in such a hurry, it looked as if her hair caught fire. John frowned. He leaned around to better see the courtesan who was sometimes his lover and others, a stranger. The accent slipped, as well. He attempted to shrink the damage that could be done, though it was John's impression that others already thought her a madwoman. "Madame...ah," John reached up and rubbed his eyebrow. What name did she give herself? "Mrs. Stoker, it was only a door that got away from Mr. Cullen. It's nothing to worry yourself with."
He presumed. Though... John could've sworn no one occupied that particular room.
Also, if Mr. Cullen slammed the door himself, why did he call out and ask who was there?
Puzzling through this observation occupied the vampire and he counted the heads in the corridor.