Stuart looked at Alex like he had lost his mind, or perhaps like he was a piece of mud he needed to scrape off his shoe. He certainly seemed to give off the latter vibe as he turned off the music and got up, his six-foot-five frame taut and angry as he tossed aside his hat and uniform jacket, stalking up to the bathroom door, but at an oblique angle so that he could only see the aspirant criminal through the gap in the door. "Are you fucking serious right now? Get out of there or I will call the police. Now." His tone brooked no argument, and he did indeed have the skills to do something, if it came to blows.