It was a bit TOO obvious to be an attack, but it might be one of the maid servants, or serving women, trying to find out more about him, though the hour made that unlikely. He hadn't taken any to his room, and it wasn't a secret he was the Summer Knight, so most of the small town was abuzz with curiosity about him. So he simply readied one of his knives, holding it in his off hand and reversed so that it wasn't visible, and kept his right hand on the butt of his revolver. He had been wrong before, and being ready for a lunge would mean he could counter it. He nudged the door open, and glanced in, glad his room had no real hiding spots. "Lost are we? Or looking for something in particular?"