A faint beep sounded to let Danny know that someone had unlocked his front door. Since only a few people had keys to his penthouse, he wasn't too bothered by the fact. Danny hollered "In here!" to direct whoever was visiting into the living room where he was sitting cross legged with his back to the couch, a comic book in his hands and blankets draped over two chairs to hang over his head in a makeshift fort. As a grown man, Danny found the whole set up perfectly reasonable.