“Two,” he says to the craggy-faced man standing behind it. “Alpha Stark! We weren’t expecting you,” the man says with a grimace. “I’m sorry, sir, I’ve only got one room left, and it’s… well, it’s not to the usual standard that… I can see if one of the patrons can find another accommodation, if you just give me a moment—” “No need,” Stark says, turning a glare on me for just a moment. “We don’t want to put you out. We’ll take the room you have.”