I mean, it wasn't the locks that were the problem. It was my fatal yet inexplicable weakness to groups of heavily armed Host enforcers jumping me on my commute.

. . . Still, you can check out the ones at my new place if you want. Later. I have to assume the bosses accounted for that in company housing, but it couldn't hurt.

[removes glasses, cleans glasses, replaces glasses. thinking]

Uh, I'm still kind of hungry.