[It's the last line that pings him. He's leaning a little awkwardly towards the source of the Iris Message as he shoots Bucky a blood-red glance over the tops of his ever-present shades.]
Hotel? [Normally he'd think nothing of it, but 'that damn hotel' has a certain.. feel to it. He shoots an idle salute back, nearly disappears as he half collapses and finally moves himself properly into frame.] Uh-- Dave Strider. Son of Janus. You mean the Lotus Hotel?
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Hotel? [Normally he'd think nothing of it, but 'that damn hotel' has a certain.. feel to it. He shoots an idle salute back, nearly disappears as he half collapses and finally moves himself properly into frame.] Uh-- Dave Strider. Son of Janus. You mean the Lotus Hotel?
[Can't be.]