John sat baffled by the simple-not-so-simple lock on this door. And of course it had to be locked. It was then pointed out why it was locked, and John promptly removed his tools and stepped right back from the door. He was blushing, that much he was sure of, and felt a tad bit idiotic. Almost on cue, the door began to click and slid open softly, revealing a rather disheveled girl. Who happened to be bleeding a bit. John couldn't blame her for appearing confused by the group; they weren't exactly typical. Of course, what here was? He nodded his head, trying to stop blushing, as he had just been trying to break in to her living area supposedly. Unless it was a Roleplayer? There hadn't really been any NPCs around, besides... well, his own. He figured the least he could do was introduce himself, so he made a vague gesture, stating, "I'm, uh, John." He nodded again. He could not catch a break.