[He's not moving at his fastest. Thomas is pretty much putting one foot in front of the other and hoping he'll end up going in a productive direction, so, he's still within earshot. It's more the opening door that catches his attention than the whisper; he turns to look back.]
Mm? Sorry -- can I...help you?
[His years of being a public figure make Thomas fall back on deeply awkward attempts at politeness. This is usually effortless. Charm and poise are second nature to him. It's just that, usually, when he's this hung over he's alone and doesn't have to be gracious.]
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Mm? Sorry -- can I...help you?
[His years of being a public figure make Thomas fall back on deeply awkward attempts at politeness. This is usually effortless. Charm and poise are second nature to him. It's just that, usually, when he's this hung over he's alone and doesn't have to be gracious.]