Clockwork's fist meets the surface of the door -- offering a few brisk knocks.
Of course, he could just come in himself; but that would just cause more panic than anything, wouldn't it?
Could his creation really be right behind this door? )
( The admin couldn't recall the last time he had seen his own creation . . . goodness, it HAD to have been ages by now; but those memories of Timekeeper had held firm in her head. Why wouldn't they? He had created her, brought her fourth into this world to lend a hand
day.
But . . . it had led him here, out of all places.
It was interesting, but his inventions never lied. Especially when it came to trackers.
Clad in a sweatshirt with the hood over his head, valk assumingly set aside somewhere for a better disguise,