[...Well, clearly he didn't have to worry about maintaining a front in front of this one. Ren's far enough away from the door himself now that he can recognise Nott isn't a hallucination of some sort - and the alcohol smell definitely helps with that - but it still looks like she's under that influence, and though he doesn't really want to go anywhere near that door again, he takes a swift step forward and reaches out to Nott's shoulder, aiming to hopefully snap her out of it a bit with a sharp tap or two.]

Hey, can you hear me...? The doors are messing around with you, something might come out and eat you if you let it lure you in close enough...

[Okay, there is absolutely no evidence in support of that being the case, but Ren considers it a reasonable possibility nonetheless.]