Ressler has already made a round through the lobby and been up to his room at this point, but he's come back down just in case anyone here who could be running things may have popped up is behind the desk. Still a big no, but there is someone he recognizes and suddenly it all just makes sense.

At least for the moment. He wants to point right at Reddington and seethe as he accusingly says 'You' at him, but that wouldn't get them any where, so he'll refrain from pointing actual fingers for now. Instead he heads right over to him, looking very much not impressed by what's going on.

"What the hell is going on?" No 'hi' or 'hello'. No 'how are you doing, Reddington?', just getting right to business. Clearly this is Reddington's fault. Right?