John stared at the door for a moment, almost relieved when no one - and nothing - answered it. However, this proved to be unhelpful since the door was locked. He stood back from the door, pondering. Ideas began getting thrown around: Try breaking through; sneak through a pipe; try to find the front gate. The most obvious plan to John, though perhaps not the brightest, was to break the door itself. He gazed up again, taking in the immense building before him. Another thought occurred to him. "Perhaps there's an open area," he said, slightly quietly, "like a garden, or a small park." He shook his head. "Could be anywhere though." He thought for another moment. "Same with the main entrance," he added, placing his thought on that plan.
Lock-picking was suggested. John lowered his head and blushed slightly. "I... uh..." he considered for a moment. "I might have some experience with lock-picking..." He glanced up, knowing it likely wasn't of massive consequence here. "I could give it a shot." He stepped forward and shuffled through a pocket or two to find a spare paper clip. John frowned. He needed something thin and stiff. He glanced down, looking for something he could use. A small twig. He frowned. Where the hell did a twig come from? There weren't any trees, were there? Glancing up proved him off, at least slightly. A branch hung ever so slightly over a wall. "Of course, why not?" he muttered. He grabbed the twig up and set to work.
He moved carefully, listening to the tumblers as he did so. A click. A vague grate. He scratched against a side. John blinked, confused. He took out his tools and poked an eye into the keyhole. He had always had a good eye for these, but what he saw in the lock was ridiculous. Or maybe just a different kind of obvious. He glanced back at the group. "If I'm gonna open it this way," he informed them, "it'll take a little. So, uh..." He looked at the lock again "Yeah." He attempted to resume his work.