Arcvasti pads along the dancefloor. It seems... uncanny. Unlife-thing made of life-thing. Wrong. Arcvasti goes back into the junk golem room. They bat a paw at a stray aluminum can in passing and it skids across the ground in a tantalizing way. Arcvasti begins to leap after it in pursuit, but stops. No. Focus. Obtain authorization. Find Clarity. How? Explore. Open door. How? Not sure. Paws? Arcvasti moves to the as yet unopened door in the room and stares at it. It seems that side-movement is required to make space for walk. The door looks hard-moving. One of Them could open it easily, but Arcvasti didn't want Them near them. Too many scents. Too many mouth-noises. Too many paw-grasp touches. Too many. The HugoLuman one was already coming towards them, making loud mouth-noises that Arcvasti could barely understand. Arcvasti studied the door for a moment before placing their front paws on it and trying to move it. The door, despite seeming made of heavy metal, slid open a few centimeters, sending Arcvasti sprawling. Slowly, arduously, Arcvasti slid the door open just enough to crawl through. New scents assailed them from the other side of the door. Scents of plants and animals, all sharp and intense from the stifling humidity within. Arcvasti hesitated for a moment. Perhaps authorization was not this way and thus Clarity could not be found. Perhaps they should do other things. Like a bath. And those cans on the floor looked fun to play with. And maybe the HugoLuman one would give them a belly rub. Arcvasti gave their head a shake, reasserting purpose, and padded through the small opening of the door.