Ian fumbled with the sliding back door, as was his routine whenever the van pulled up to a scene; it was his routine to curse under his breath whenever it jammed or simply wouldn't budge.
"Goddamn technology— Umph!" He whispered when it finally slid open with a screeching noise. Climbing down onto the pavement, analysis pack on shoulder, he responded to the police officer's antic: "I look at cells for a living. What's so bad that'd make any of us queasy?" He turned to Jin with a smile, expecting a laugh or two. When none came*, he grumbled a bit and stepped up onto the sidewalk, beginning his trek around the massive red house.

*- Tell me if either of these are wrong and I'll change it.