No one in our field's normal. But Robin--this one-- 's my little brother. ( fingers wrap around the door knob, giving it one firm yank up before he's pulling the door open. for a safehouse, it's shit. there's the broken and boarded window for one, how easily the door opened for another, but there's a couple wires on the inside of the door--one down at ankle height, one at jason's shoulder height. one for him to duck under and another to step over. )

An' being the nice big brother I am, I figure if it helps him feel better an' doesn't get in my way, may as well leave it.