"Come in." The door's partway open, anyway; Holden tends to keep it like that, just because he wants to be approachable. He's not really sure how to make that happen, especially with this really bizarre group of people that now lives on a facsimile of his ship, but he wants it.

He doesn't look up from the interface reader in front of him on the desk for a long moment, because he's pretty sure it's Jedao or Fives, and they both know that it takes his brain a second to disconnect from the shit he reads about Jedao.

He glances up, and a look of total surprise crosses his face.

"Oh, uh," he says. "Hi." His brain hunts around for something to say next, and comes up with "I don't need any sandwiches," a sentiment that is so totally helpful. "I mean, come in."