Very polite. Feuilly looks a bit blank himself. He'd like Harry back now. "--Um. Well, this is your room?" Is that what he's asking? "Down the hall there's a staircase, and that takes you to the, the main room, where you can get breakfast--food, um. Clothes?"

He can't help a little smile, a very little smile. Those trousers just don't look quite right. "I'm--I'm very sorry. This must be, um. Unsettling." To say the least. "Where are you from? I'm from Paris."