The door opens and Darlington steps back, half in surprise and half out of a sense of...not guilt, but something close to it, like being caught in a moment there's no good explanation for. The woman inside looks just as unsure, and for a moment they both stare at each other.

"I just got here," he says, with the decency to look and sound apologetic. "I think I'm lost, this isn't...they told me room 1898." The number seems too high, even for a place of this size--but it's all the information he has right now.