Connor's processor is still churning out possible causes for the fatigue. Hopefully, more definitive causes would be possible after he examined the door and surrounding area. He watched Alucard with a blank expression, only half listening, a series of diagnostics being fed to him - core body temperature, average heart beats per minute, and a slew of other useful data.

"I do plan to have a closer look. If what you all experienced was caused by some kind of security protocol, it is likely not the only door that will be outfitted with defences. If we are aware of them, we may be able to mitigate their effects during future exploration missions," Connor explains.

The android pauses, looking a little puzzled.

"You're... inviting me to your room?" He asks uncertainly, "Wouldn't that be an invasion of your privacy, Alucard?"