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Without bothering to knock or announce himself, H entered room 239 like it was his. Or, given the bemused, somewhat superior expression, his to loan to squatters.

Tacky squatters.

Jordan had just been getting settled into his reading. The room still smelled like Axe, but a compromise of sorts had been reached, and there was some time still left before he had to be anywhere. It was rare enough that their quiet downtime synced up, and he was grateful for it. When the door opened, he didn't look up initially, assuming that Harrison was going to get something; when he heard Harrison ask, though, he looked up sharply as it registered that Rep was still on the bed, and that meant that someone else had come in.

He sat up straight, putting his book aside in a careful motion. "Sir," he said, determinedly calm. "Is there something we can help you with?"

Glancing around, H smiled pleasantly at each of them. There may have been something a little emptier when his gaze landed on Harrison. "I had visited your assigned room first, William. I'm afraid it will need to be condemned for a bit. No worries," he continued, smile growing teeth, "I've already called the necessary people, it's hardly a bother for me at all."

Taking a seat, the doctor went on, "I heard someone was having some memory problems? Little gaps and discrepancies?"

Rep's nervous smile completely and utterly vanished as the Life lead spoke up. It was like everything around him slowed down and faded out of importance. The hoard had become his stability, a pile of possessions that he could cling to, a coping mechanism, even if the people who had owned the things he accumulated died, he would still have the objects. They were more than simple items but permanent means to pin down moments, places and sensations.

The idea of losing everything he'd amassed was utterly devastating and unleashed the kind of fear he hadn't felt since the time many years before that the center of his world had come unpinned.

All the colour drained out of his features, and for a few long moments he couldn't line up words at all, raw panic running rampant in his veins. He should have been composed and maintained his calm, nodded and yes sirred, answered the other question.

Instead the sound he made was strangled and pained as he sat up clenching his hands firmly in the sheets, muscles tense and wired as he fought the urge to leap across the room towards the door and to run to the hoard itself. Terror leant him confidence and overrode every instinct that knew better.

"No." he snarled, hunching his back, still poised like a wild animal about to leap, a guard dog faced with an intruder, and with a giddy thrill of terror he realized that there in that moment of raw fear and upset, he was willing to attack H. "It doesn't ******** need condemned. It's everything I ******** own Sir. I don't see you taking other people's s**t away, there's no ******** precedent to take mine. I'll move it if its a problem, I don't want people's ******** paws on it."

Harrison speaking up about the gaps in his own memory made Rep die a little inside too. "He means me." he barked. "And that's no a huge problem either. Its like I told your simpering crony on twitter. I'm fine."

The doctor's eye flitted to Harrison, narrowing slightly. He opened his mouth to reply, but then Rep made the questionable decision of getting recklessly angry. Leaning back comfortably, he regarded the hunter's anger with raised eyebrows and waited for Jordan to play minder and reason.

"Other people have the courtesy not to keep rooms that can be located by stench, Mr. Reid. If you wish, we'll relocate the entirety of those belongings, these belongings, and the three of you to a house in the town. Will that suit you?"

H drew out a tablet and stylus, "You won't be able to leave the island until we've made several fail safes, likely including a destruction implant." Glancing up, he smiled gently at them, "I'm not sure if you've realized this, but we're fighting a war. Hunter minds have been compromised. This is a problem. Did you think that simply because Excalibur was involved that it was okay? Did you forget who else was there as well, ready and quite capable of making excellent use of you?"

Rep was utterly furious. All of his fear and panic had well and truly transformed into the most indignant kind of rage and the more adrenaline that flooded his system the more determined and vicious he became. Jordan's reasonable plea for the most immediate kind of silence went sadly unheeded in the wake of unfurling rage.

"There was no ******** landlord agreement Mr. H." Rep parroted, bordering on shrill with anger. "Its no my ******** fault the AC went off, that's down to your division's incompetence right? That's why we have no ******** power yet. I don't want to live in towns. You know just as ******** well as we do what happens to houses in towns, they get ********, repeatedly. I want my possessions ******** intact"

His spiralling fury careened toward the sun at the idea of not being able to leave the island without a destruction implant. If it wasn't their room, he'd be cutting a swathe of furious destruction through it already. Instead he flexed and unflexed his hands, Tracey's earrings glowing a soft pulse matching red, matched by the ornamental dagger around his neck. He wanted to summon the axe and fight the other man despite all reason and wisdom to the contrary. The contents of these three rooms presently was everything he possessed, all of his things gathered in what he had felt was a safe spot. If there was anything at all worth fighting for it was this.

He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the other man with the glazed detached distance of someone far away in their own head.

"So all in all. No. I don't ******** wish that. What I wish was that you'd back the ******** off out of my business and I'll fix the smell. I didn't think someone in your profession would be so ******** easily balked by something as insignificant as a ******** bad smell in the first place."

"I'll ******** pass on the implant too."

Harrison, noticing the red glow, moved closer to Rep.

"As I said, I'll see it's taken care of. If you could be trusted with that sort of thing, we wouldn't have had this conversation, as it would already be taken care of, yes? It's not as if you haven't had the free time," the doctor glanced down to inspect his hands, "...or that you've been off island for the last...hmm...two months this would have been a problem. As it is, I'm having to lecture you on cleaning your room, like you're a ******** child, William. It's both unexpected and rather annoying."

His hands flexed slowly as he looked back up Rep, expressionless, then stilled. "Of course we'll punish those you attach yourself to, it's effective, and apparently, necessary. You're lacking the discipline to follow orders and entirely too stupid for self preservation to work, so instead," he gestured to the room, "your unfortunate decision making claims victims other than yourself."

Walking over to Harrison, the doctor looked at him with an empty, still expression before handing the Moon a plain white envelope, heavy and bulky on one end. "I dealt with this in person for a reason, and its hardly the company. She died foolishly after a life of foolish decisions," he relaxed slightly, slipping on a smile, "I've always thought you were one of them."

And with that doctor was gone, patience apparently used up.