The second the woman stepped too close, Trey backed up. "I'm can't" he snapped, sounding harsh rather than put on the spot like he felt. She got too close though, her questions too sudden. He wanted very much to tell her to get the hell away, but those words got stuck in his throat. When Adam put a hand on his shoulder, he glanced up, a little startled. He'd nearly backed enough to run into the other man, but hadn't actually noticed him.

"I'm going to my room," he muttered as the other two took over the conversation. He slipped away and to the other side of the lobby at a place far faster than he normally moved at. a glance over his shoulder showed him Emil dealing with the fan with actual tact. Trey didn't ever consider she wasn't a fan. She was just close and questioning and those were the only things that mattered to him at the time. When Emil motioned for him to leave, he didn't hesitate and hurried up to his room, slamming the door closed behind.