((I'm the GM. I have to play NPC's every once in a while. And I'll be doing the villain's too.))
I heard the knock.
A flick of my wrist, opened up the tiny grate in the door, letting me have a look at my little visitor. Casual dress, and pretty young. Lookede safe enough.
"Whaddaya want? I ain't got till the sun sets, you know."
"Doesn't the sun never set in space?" He replied, giving the first countersign.
"Down on Earth, it sets. But what would you want, going up there?"
"The dream, I suppose." The kid replied kinda half-heartedly. Yeah, I'll admit, my little sign/countersign bussiness gets a little lame. But, whatever helps keep the curious idiots away, along with the FBI.
I opened up the door, and the kid stared at me for a second, just a second, before coming in.
More polite than most, I see. Certain other 'customers' you could call them, had babbled for a second, when they saw my 'mod. Hey, at least I'm still alive and sane. Mostly.
As soon as he came in, I closed the door, throwing the room into darkness, apart from the little lantern at my card table.
"So, you're really going up. Got a plan?"