Crane himself looked like he'd been there a while, not bothering to acknowledge Harvey as he came in, addressed him. He gave an affirmative noise, flipping the page of his book.

The place looked cleaner at least; he'd taken the liberty to tidy some because it seemed no one else would, let alone seemed to care about the potential hygienic risks involved in this dump.

"Door," he muttered just before the knock sounded, making no move to get it himself.