Tris started to feel less and less paranoid as he went along, standing up straighter, more confident in himself. He looked down at the new rug and touched it with his handpaw expermentally, before looking to the door at Ritter's question. "I'll test it..." He said softly, standing back up and padding to the door, all his remaining paranoia directed to Ritter's safety at this point. He grasped the braided handle.