He had begun the slow soft circuit around the room that he was apparently assigned, finding it lacking in anything interesting or even useful. His shifted his feet one in front of the other to test the floor boards for any sound that they might make, was examining the furniture for any sign that he was here for a specific purpose. It was just an old hotel room. Seriously, his Smartphone wasn't even working.

Rumlow eased away from the middle of the room at a sound of metal in the hallway, prowling silently forward until the voice called out. It was a woman's voice, one he didn't recognize as any member of his team or close associates. He stepped forward as he leaned against the door frame of his room and peered out into the hallway at the young woman who looking damn well ridiculous with her shirt hiked up enough to hold... was that popcorn?

What a joke.

"You doing a private picture show in your room or something? Or am I suddenly in one of those strange camps with a bunch of horders?"