Entirely unimpressed by the display, Hermann glanced back to the door, where the latch had shrunken into itself and allowed him to slide the door open.

"It was either that or waste a half day's energy porting into your room. I refuse to yell at you through a closed door."

Not that he really intends to yell, but the closed door would have certainly forced them both into raising their voices.

"Newton, I understand your concerns, as I rather share them myself. I do not intend to be careless, and nor have I quite made a decision, so I'd appreciate it if you could stop acting like I've abruptly signed my death warrant so we could discuss this further."