[He notices that slight shift in expression, and raises an eyebrow. Time spent with the Rosinante he knows has made him very good at seeing when he's uncomfortable, when he's thinking too much. And honestly, that nervous paranoia has been good at keeping his buddy alive, but it's not great for this emotional health. He needs to see a doctor or something about that...

Oh well. Not much can be done about it here anyway.] I mean, we could probably find a way up. But seriously, that's a lot of sweaty work! Not flashy, not fun! So let's see what we can do about this door. What have you tried? [He eyes it, dramatically, looking over the lines and symbols.] Eh, it's weird. Really old lookin'!