It's been a strange day among strange days, which Martel assumes is probably why his home is filling up with people in the space of a week or so. He's fairly sure (although he wouldn't swear to it) that he hasn't even met Brody (this is only because he didn't exactly get a lot of names off the bus while he was being kidnapped as a felonious monk), for example. Preoccupied doesn't mean he's a terrible host, though, so he's making the brief trip down the hall to Maria's suite (oh god what's she done to it).

He raps on the door with the back of his knuckles, waiting for a response.