*When he goes back to reading he hears a thump outside his door. The door accidentally opens up to reveal Mortar with two people. The first is a man, strong build, in his late 20s, early 30s. He wears some sort of armor from an interplanetary military, but the patch that labels it is ripped off. The second person is a smaller woman, in her early 20s. She wears a black sweatshirt covered in a silver liquid. In fact, she seems to be dripping this liquid, her short snow white hair clumped together from it* Man: Oh, nuts. That isn't good. You broke the door! Mortar: Relax, the doors on this floor are trash anyway. That's why I live in a place I built. Man: Fair point