Diarmuid gets plenty of space from Krok as he makes his attempts at the door, largely because it seems gauche to crowd the doorway with both of them and Krok doesn't want to loom over the little boy. There was a time he wouldn't have cared, even just a year ago. This place must be changing him.

"Hm?" He snaps back from his wandering thoughts and has to rifle through his audio buffers to replay Diarmuid's question. Then he blinks, comprehending. "Oh! Yes, of course," he says and leans in. He gives the door a light tug and it opens with a peal from the bell attached to the frame overhead. He smiles down at Diarmuid and gives him a little bow from the waist, arm across his middle. "You're the expert here," he murmurs. "I'll follow your lead." Though he's already eyeing the interior from the corners of his optics.

It doesn't take long to realise that being able to read what they have to offer means nothing without context. Looks like he'll be listening to more than one disc on this trip.