Ryuu surveys the room. And notices the bottle. Thinking it was some sort of alcoholic beverage. Which worried him a bit. He heard Americans tended to get violent when they drank. He could smell the drink in the air. His eyes wide as he scans further. He sees Marco and growls angrily. He had to be behind this. He had to have had him drugged and brought back here. But why? Why would he just let him go? Let him leave? He wasn't sure what the mans posture meant. He just knew he had to escape. Had to get away from this crazy male. He looks and bolts off the bed and towards the door in a matter of moments. He tries to open the door. Struggling hard. How had this thing worked? He had to get away. He was frantic and fearful and he didn't wish to be stuck in here. He pulls on it harder. Trying to make it open. Not paying any attention to Marco at the moment.