The ambient hum of the drop gate returned the moment after his warm greeting. Once the young woman had returned the gesture, a disheveled twig of a woman stumbled through the arcane doorway. Her overstuffed suitcase was flung to the ground precariously close to Johan's step, but slid across the cold ground only to collide with a wagon wheel. She caught herself mid-tumble on her medical supply case nearly the size of herself, a possession which very nearly didn't make it through the gate intact. 

It was, of course, these very situations that give purpose to the wheelchairs by drop gates. 

Ms Branwen puffed a few stray coils of rufous hair off of her round glasses and gave an indignant stare to the drop gate. "This blasted gate ought to be broken if it spit me out like that!" Rose cursed as she clung tightly to her stiff medical case in a bowlegged posture, "Fetch me that chair quick before I loose my grip!"