[The frown smooths, and Erik arches his eyebrows again. A bad feeling; it wasn't as if he couldn't trust Charles, but there was just - nothing to go on. Erik looks around again, crossing his arms.]
What was wrong with the door? [He nods back toward 217. He couldn't do much with a bad feeling, but maybe some explanation would help.]
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What was wrong with the door? [He nods back toward 217. He couldn't do much with a bad feeling, but maybe some explanation would help.]