"The girl seems pretty mad" Santiago noted, out loud like the master of ceremony at a painfully obvious convention.  "Maybe its the time of day.  Normally I"m not one for having company first thing in the morning."  He pushed further on the door, stopping his advance only when Greg did.  He opened his mouth to complain about doing all the work, but the guy opened his mouth too, and nothing ever got done when people trying to talk over each other; unless your goal was to get someone frustrated because nothing was getting done, which wasn't his goal at the moment.  So he listened and tried not to talk, but it was hard, really hard, pulling a nail out of your foot while jumping around the other one hard.  

"Okay.  Fine.  We'll do it that we."  He mumbled.  "God, I hope this isn't your way of going about getting things done, because then nothing is ever going to get done, and we're going to be here for a long time.  I think"  He said, stepping back and scratching the tip of his nose.  "Not sure to be honest.  I mean, not really sure how our own world works so can't imagine what the rules are for this little corner of reality are."  He looked around and put his hands on his hips so he could stretch.  His back made a series of popping sounds like kid with big feet jumping on a square of bubble wrap.  "But I'm assuming(thinking(guessing(groping randomly in the dark for some thing that could resemble a hope for return))) if we fix whatever it is we're brought her for we'll get sent home, at least that's how it works in a lot of the anime I've seen."

He looked from Greg to the girl and back again.  "Oh yeah!"  He said, and grab the door by the handle.  "Almost forgot."  Gently as if the door frame was a land mine whose maker got the instructions mixed up, he closed the door and took a step back so he was standing next to Gret.  "Okay.  We're talking through the door just like you wanted."  Santiago frowned and turned to Greg.  "Why did we want to talk to her so badly again?"