[What he's doing right now is inspecting one of the doors. He looks it up and down, taps it a few times, then places his left hand flat against it and peers as closely as he can in the uneven blue glow. This thing was built well over a millennium after the most advanced tech he used to be familiar with, so it might be a tall order expecting to get the composition of it exactly right first time, but how different could you possibly make a door? Besides, he's never cared much about tall.
After maybe half a minute of this, which was probably truly scintillating to watch, he claps again and presses both of his palms to the door. There's another burst of light, accompanied by a louder crackle than before, but this time neither of them last; a couple of seconds later, all that's left is an afterimage. Apparently the answer to the above question is "different enough".]
Damn.
[He puts a hand to his chin in thought and, presently, still paying no attention to his newly obtained coat rack, takes a step back to look the door over again.]
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After maybe half a minute of this, which was probably truly scintillating to watch, he claps again and presses both of his palms to the door. There's another burst of light, accompanied by a louder crackle than before, but this time neither of them last; a couple of seconds later, all that's left is an afterimage. Apparently the answer to the above question is "different enough".]
Damn.
[He puts a hand to his chin in thought and, presently, still paying no attention to his newly obtained coat rack, takes a step back to look the door over again.]