Tim nearly jumped when the girl threw up her hands, asking to talk. Tim noticed her hand was also injured, and wondered if this was some strange symbolism in his dream. 
[i]Not a dream,[/i] gently chided some part of Tim. Either way the girl looked unarmed. If this was a nightmare, he doubted she was a monster.

Feeling safe and eager to get out of the washroom with the [i]thing[/i] behind him, Tim popped out of the door, mirroring the girl by throwing up his hand to show he was harmless. 

"Sorry, I'm here! My name's Tim and I'm an accountant. When I woke up I thought I fell asleep on the toilet, but there's this weird message on a cell phone and there might be a dead body in the room behind me but I don't know cause I didn't check and I'm trying to stay calm."

Tim knew he was babbling, but what else could he do? The smell and the stress were slowly creeping up on him.