(Nope, the waiter's the youngest)

The doorknob is off before any screwdriver is used.
"Ha," the waiter says to the doorknob, edging the door open.

The waiter looks back at him with a smile through the door as its opened slowly, until it's half-open, three-quarters open, and then...





no, this isn't a horror scene where the waiter grows like fangs or something.

And then his smile turns into a look of panic. "WAIT," he goes loudly, but not at the level of a shout, and before you know it Dion's half-tackled onto the ground, though the waiter doesn't weigh enough to even push him back. Quarter-tackled? Sixth-tackled. Tenth-tackled.

The waiter stumbles back slightly, though he makes a detour quickly and rams into the doorframe instead.
"You two. Don't move at all. It's dangerous," he breathes, though it doesn't sound like he's out of air at all. "Don't approach the door. Just stay where you are."

Nothing is visible.
"So." Wiley has neared the door, though he's not touching it. "You're not a normal mortal?"
The waiter laughs before just cutting it off. "Guess not."
"Oh, how handy dandy," Raez mutters. "Well, any way we can get him out?"

"There's a barrier that goes in line with the door. The door can be moved, but the barrier can't. It was set up pretty recently."

"I'd rather teleport you," he says with a grin. "Or else I'm going to be fired. Again. Seriously, y'all with people trying to get you? Stop coming to my workplace." He's joking, of course, and after a moment Dion's teleported out of the bathroom.

"Well, that was easy," Wiley remarks. "So, are we allowed to skedaddle? Knowing Raez, he probably wants to leave."
"No, I want to know more on it. You two feel free to wait outside or something."
"Dude." Wiley enunciates the word. "We're on a metaphorical bomb."
"Metaphorical bomb?" Yin interrupts, looking like the epitome of the thought "what".

"Raez said no," Wiles says, shifting the bags to his other hand that he was now holding.
"I didn't say anything," Raez said back. "Well, Dion, what do you think? Want to know more about what might hurt us that we can't see, or just leave before doing that?" His questions are mostly rhetorical, and he turns back to the door. "Does this mean we just blocked off the women's bathroom from public usage?"
Yin looks half amused and half b-mused. He's alphabet-mused. Ha. Ha. Ha.

(I was feeling stupid right there lol don't mind me)

"It shouldn't be that much of a problem, but the barrier's a weird sort of network," he says. "It isn't hard to disable it here, but there might be more somewhere else."

"Alright. We're staying for a while, then," Wiley says, then asks the waiter, "Presuming you're not lying to all of us, what will disabling the barrier do?"
"It feeds energy to other sources, likely," comes the response. "As of now, it's evenly distributed. After getting rid of it, the dividend won't change, but the divisor will. It's kind of a smart system, to be honest."

"The first question is a good one." The waiter stares at them plaintively through the dangerous, invisible barrier. "Do you?"

"Is it the source of the mess, then? If so, yes. If not, I guess it's your problem now. Block it off from the ladies who try to come here unless they want to get zapped, or whatever that thing does," Wiley says carelessly, probably doing hand motions in his mind to make up for the hand he can't use.
The waiter stares at Wiley as if trying to figure him out. "I don't know if it's the source."

WIley just shows his teeth in a grin, not even looking completely at Dion. "Guess we're leaving the mess to you, then. Where are the other sources? Can you tell?"
"They're moving," Yin says. "The sources."
"And they're powered by energy," Raez mumbles loudly. "Hmmm." 
 

"What do you think they are, Dion?" Raez asks, not on purpose, directing the conversation towards the younger.

"That's good enough. Pronouncing points is never a bad thing," Raez says in that vaguely reassuring way of his. "Anyways, Wiles, I was going to say--powered sources of energy sounds like a robot to me. Pesters Rai? Check. Powered by energy? Check two. How good are you two with robots?"

"What, you don't like arrogant robots?" Wiley asks with a perplexed expression.
Raez sighs. "Answer the question please, you two. How good are you with robots, not opinion-wise?"