That question earned a bark of laughter. "I don't know," he admitted, shaking his head. "I never did ask. It never mattered to me. The door is the thing, the lock. I've been so bored since I got here," he admitted. "And most of the time lonely and to be part of a crew again even just for the night, that sounded good," he would have smiled if he wasn't worried about which of them had died.
That was the only bad thing about crew. They died.
He exhaled slowly, still occasionally inching closer to Pree. "That door should have opened," he shook his head.