a hollow wooden door

"I was alone, he corrected swiftly, "and no, I don't feel like having a conversation right now." That was blunt, and perhaps a bit rude, but it was the truth. Anselm had no interest in this woman; she was an obstacle in his wanderings, one which he would soon overcome. Nothing against her of course - she was just a bystander to his sour mood and hunger. She showed no signs of leaving him alone, though, and was actually quite close; too close. "Do you want something?"