To say that Errol was confused would be something of an understatement. He was not entirely certain how he came to wake up from a nap in a strange chair in an entirely unfamiliar room, but he was very suspicious. And unarmed. He sighed in irritation. As much as he'd been hoping to put his old life behind him, he would be the first to admit that when waking alone in a strange place with no memory of how one got there, a weapon would be a useful thing to have.
He looked around, fully awake in moments. The room seemed much more innocuous than he would have expected, given the circumstances. Light. Airy. Feminine, even. It certainly threw him off. He stood, knees cracking, and winced. How long had he been asleep?
Before he could take much in the way of a look around, however, he heard a noise. Someone outside. He moved, quickly and near-soundlessly, to the hinge side of the door. It presented as good a temporary hiding place as any, and a possible location to neutralize an--assailant? Kidnapper?--from. He waited, listening and watching the handle turn.