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HK slowed down from the run he'd maintained all the way to the hall, taking a deep breath (Curse these meatbag lungs and muscles! I detest the build-up of lactic acid!), waiting for a moment, dithering before door 101.
Eventually, he straightened, knocking at the door. "Query: Lugnut? Are you there?" Because if you aren't, I'll strangle you for making me worry.