[ He will ignore how passing strange it feels to be having an upfront conversation with the man. All the exchange words in the past prior to Emet-Selch showing his true hand were always wrought with subterfuge and sarcasm. What little words they exchanged while they awaited the Warrior of Light in Amaurot were no less kind.

It's best if he just pretends that Emet-Selch is just another man and not the orchestrator of so many tragedies. Which feels nearly impossible to do even when Emet-Selch asks a perfectly reasonable question. G'raha's instinct is to deflect, to make a claim to undermine the other man's suspicions and provide himself some levity while asserting his knowledge and control of the situation, two things he is devoid of at the present.

There's a slight pause as he considers and, begrudgingly, chooses honesty. ]

I've little experience with the ones here, but they appear to be simple enough.

[ He sets magazines back into the desk and moves to a new drawer. Lists, some office supplies. For a moment, he wonders if he were deft enough with some paper clips if he could pick the lock? No...no likely not. ]

From what I have seen, most of the buildings use metal keys and locks. A few use alphanumerical keypads. A mere code should suffice, in most cases.