Commander Arthur Cuttingham walked up to the door, pressed a couple of numbers on the keypad. A beep was heard and the door clicked. Arthur walked in, quietly, and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath through his nose, and walked towards the bar. Arthur surveyed the menu above the bar itself, then went behind the counter and grabbed a small bag of English Breakfast tea and a mug.
"Nothing like English Breakfast," he said, as he smelled in the tea he had mixed in his mug.
He walked back to the lounge and sat down in one of the single person chairs.