Third person’s point of view.

Ferguson smirked triumphantly and satisfactory as he stared at the direction Stella had just walked off to. He felt a sense of contentment, as though he's just eaten a meal he hadn't eaten In a very long time.

“Here you go, sir” Rob’s voice pulled his attention away from the door.

He faced Rob with an offended glare, ready to chide him but relaxed when he realized he (Rob) was just stretching out a towel at him.

He collected the towel and tied it around his waist, then proceeded to take off his mask, but Rob held his hands and stopped him on time, then...