Francus was working behind the glass, letting people in, and calling doppelgangers out; Francis’ tired eyes landed on the button to open up the gate for the person in front of him, watching as they walk by and enter the apartment building. After that, the next person arrives Francis looks them up and down, examining their appearance, looking them up and down suspiciously. "Mmm. ID, please” the doorman said. His voice was monotone and neutral, clearly tired as his shift was about to end.