Simon slowly looked over to the ground, eyeing the scratch marks. That guy on the radio mentioned something about-<br/><br/>Oh! Doors! Doors to secret lairs!<br/><br/>He eyed everyone in the group, who for the most part were eyeing the Korean girl. This clique thing was really going to have to solve itself.<br/><br/>But right now, he was going to have to reintroduce the problem at hand. He was going to have to do it tactfully, with grace. None of which he had.<br/><br/>"Oh my!" He gasped, his whisper loud, and the enunciation as dry and lifeless as only a terrible, tone deaf actor could manage. "What do we have here? This looks like scratchings on the floor. What could possibly do that? Hmmm, perhaps a door? Didn't that guy on the radio say something about doors? Doors to secret lairs! Gee, I wonder if this is the door! Walky-talky man, I think we have found the door! To the mission at hand! Better pull the lever!" He prayed the people on the radio were understanding to his plight, and weren't rolling their eyes back into their skulls.<br/><br/>He was really giving up too much for the 'team' here. Like herding rabid brahmin. With less milk and more sexual tension. He flashed a look over at Loretta, and mouthed out 'Help me' as quickly as he dared.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>