Stark had fallen asleep curled up on his couch last night after finally dragging himself home from the Devil's Nest after a not insignificant amount of whiskey. He hadn't slept well, for a number of reasons, and now there were odd noises coming from the hallway. Definitely not sneaky noises, sorry Faye.

He opened his door hesitantly, took one step out to get a better look and froze. "Oh. I..." Should he even be talking? "Are you alright?" Because you didn't look great, Faye.