[The Doctor had retrieved his coat, by this point, and he shrugs it on over his gown after dispensing with anything still attached to him. From then on it's a simple matter of making himself scarce or acting like he belongs, and he's an expert at both.
When he arrives at Shepard's door, he rummages in his pockets for several moments before retrieving a lock pick. He's been called primitive more than once, but it gets the job done.
He can't help but grin when the door clicks open, and he does, indeed, sidle on through.]
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When he arrives at Shepard's door, he rummages in his pockets for several moments before retrieving a lock pick. He's been called primitive more than once, but it gets the job done.
He can't help but grin when the door clicks open, and he does, indeed, sidle on through.]
Hello, Commander.