What the. Fish jerks his head back just a little, although he's more entertained than perplexed by this, honestly. It's like buddy behind the door is attempting to communicate in his mother tongue, being that of what are you even talking about right now. It is an ancient, hallowed dialect.

"Uh... I dunno, I've never...not let anyone out. But I heard one guy tried to trash the place and was locked in for like a week." And still the door does not open. It is possible our humble night clerk has picked up some habits from Smt Savitri. Also, he is hesitating, but does cave after not so long: "I'm Fish."