"I was stepping out the door," he explains, motioning at his back. "Heading back to my tent, in Africa, okay? And then I run smack into a metal shelf. Which wouldn't be that hard to imagine, except the shelf wasn't in my tent. It was in one of your R&D labs."

He pauses.

"Something...bad, is wrong with the bar. It's malfunctioning. I guess the door must be, too, because I shouldn't be able to get here on my own."