Gordak grunts in frustration as the adhesive chemical coating the bolt takes its toll. While the hole housing the bold was safe, it hadn't occurred to Gordak to check the bolt itself. Not until it was too late and the chemical was already burning his hand. Lesser men would likely flinch at the pain. They would immediately pull their hand away from the pain and perhaps give up altogether. Not Gordak. Gordak endures the pain long enough to open the door and wipes the chemical off on a wall as best he can as he enters the apartment. When he sees the woman in the apartment, Gordak glances down at the floor for a moment before returning his gaze to her. The woman's blistered feet suggest that the chemical coating the bolt might also be on the floor. If it is though, Gordak trusts his boots to protect him from that. "Are you Tarinn?" Gordak asks the woman.