((Coming from
here.))
Faust frowned again in thought. He seemed to be doing that quite a lot tonight. The railing to his left was ignored in favor of the few doors along the right hand wall.
He tried the first door. Loose lock... he could break it down with a bit of effort and it might contain what he was looking for...
Tucking his light and notebook into his pockets and waistband, he took a few steps backwards then, with a push kick, hit the door.
It rattled and nearly gave, then, after one more kick, the lock finally snapped.
Faust waited, listening in te dark for any sounds. Nothing that stood out. He opened to door and walked inside.