"You're right, I did waltz in. You followed me by your own decision, though. I don't know the way out yet, though."

Mink isn't phased by the vitriol, by the death glare sent his way. He has far worse things vying for his life, and this is better than usual, to be honest. He turns to the door with a hum.

"Clearly it's meant to keep people in here, so I'm fairly sure more excessive force would probably backfire on us if we try it."