Through the now-closed door, the hushed murmur of voices raises in pitch for a few moments before one last snippet of conversation drifts through the door.

"Can't... bull-ieve it..."

"Fucking -- "

Three thumps follow in short order.

If he opens the door again, he will find three unconscious men in Empire uniforms, one of which still has the ghost of a snicker on his face. At least he's sleeping peacefully. Probably.