Two hours is a long time to plan out what to be doing when his captors finally, inevitably, arrive.

He's gone through several, ranging from immediately aggressive to passive and silent to elaborately insolent. He's seriously considered pretending to be asleep; he's rather less seriously considered lunging at the first person to enter and trying to wrestle away his sidearm.

What he does is look up from his folded hands on the table, and say "Gentlemen," in an almost toneless voice.