A bit off put and mildly insulted by the “NO!”, Rustbolt huffed quietly.

“Do you at least need some sort of direction as to where you need to go?”

“…Well, I kinda have that covered, too…” the Repairman replied, tapping his siren light. “I know where breaks in the Wall happen thanks to this!”

He looked at the locked door. There were plenty of ink stains on the door and the handle.

“…Getting to them can be a bit tricky, sure, but still…”

“I could still try to help…” Marie chimed in.

“I just have to try other options,” the Repairman said, through what sounded like gritted teeth.