There was probably something a little ironic about the situation, and later, Simon would reflect on that. As it was, he'd had Lily in the infirmary earlier that afternoon, asking about her sudden and inexplicable fear of doors. They both understood it had to do with their captors, that it was something artificially implanted, and as such there wasn't much he could do for her.
All the same, he'd made plans to head to the library later to see if maybe there was some book planted there that he could read to help those afflicted. While he doubted it, he was harboring a sliver of hope. Ever since they'd been moved here, it did seem like things were a bit ... easier. As if this was a phase two and they were loosening the restrictions to see if the remaining (and dwindling) group of captives could find a way out.
It was probably wrong to hope, but Simon did all the same.
Crossing the lobby from the infirmary, he started toward the library only to pause when he saw the man standing in front of the library door, looking a little distressed. Simon's brows elevated, and he could only assume the man had been affected like Lily had ... and he wondered if it was doors, too, or something else entirely.
"Evening," he greeted the man quietly before he gestured behind Ichabod toward the door. "Is ... ah. That is ... are you all right?"