Ray dropped the clothes he was packing and ran out of the room, grabbing the door sill to turn tighter and keep momentum. He didn't stop to knock on Dick's door, as he had been told, but instead shoved the flimsy door open. Drawing a knife that he hadn't told Dick he had, holding it facing towards the ground and slightly shielding it behind his frame. "What's wrong?" He hadn't expected Dick to be able to make a sound of such force, especially with the lack of sleep he knew he had been getting. He looked the man's body up and down, and stopping on the knuckle he had hit the wall with.