[ Though the coldness doesn't fade from his eyes, the anger slowly simmers down, lets him take a deep breath and spare a curt nod in the direction of the screen. It's a start.

The genuine concern--and regret--in the God's eyes and voice throws him off. This wasn't what he expected any of them to be like. ]

He's on the first floor, at least. Don't know about the door.

He doesn't understand technology, so make it easy to use.