Did something happen? [ --unwittingly, he lets the question of the century out into the wild, unsure if she sounds odd about it or not. He steps back as she answers (or doesn't), towards the other door at the end of the cabin. ]

Here, it's easier to talk when we aren't crammed into a desk drawer - [ he pushes the button, nothing happens. ] C'mon, [ he mutters, finding the camouflaged manual release at the top, pushing it to no avail. Somewhat aggravated: ] I spent weeks fixing you, don't pull this shit.

[ He pokes the button again and the door wooshes open, revealing the 80s future Alien aesthetic common area for this cluster of rooms. There, dang. ]