Reeve had actually sat down in the middle of someone's Calibrations room and just talked to them until the thing had spit them out before. He really was serious about respect. His own room... was usually better at luring people into his memories than he liked.

But with the shelter at hand, Reeve happily steps in, holds the door open for Donnie, and then shuts it against the storm.

"At least this time it wasn't a near death thing, I suppose. That's a small victory."