"Nobody likes them, but I've got a VIP deluxe pass on hating it."

He drums his fingers on the table in thought. "Just... doors, mostly? Wooden, has a little handle, might have those four rectangles engraved on it, but I wouldn't be surprised if it looked like any other kind of door. The thing about them is that they sing to you. Beckoning you closer. They try to appeal to your curiosity. I probably could've waited them out, but I was..." sigh, "on patrol at the time, and I didn't want to just leave it there."