Rung there is a sentient collection of knives outside the door watch ou-

Oh wait, that's just Barricade.

He pauses and gives a courtesy knock rather than barging straight in. It's kind of what he's ended up doing a lot lately. Fewer people he knew well so he isn't sure who might accidentally shoot him for walking in like he owns the place.

"Figured that thing out yet?" he inquires, flashing a toothy - or fangy - grin and flicking his wings.